[That stare is pretty... intense. It says a lot about the look on his face that Kenzi is too busy staring at it to stare at anything else. And there is a lot of Rumlow to stare at right now.
Her head is tilted up as she leans in, completely mesmerized and sucked in and wanting-- and then he grins. You little shit. You absolute piece of hot garbage. If the grin didn't seal the deal, his hand against her cheek definitely does. Uuuugh. Her hand shoots out to the other side of the doorway, blocking his exit with her arm and sighing.]
Wait.
[You win this round, Rumlow. When she's sure he's not going to just break through her arm like it's a ribbon at a finishing line, she lowers it...
Her hands move to the hem of her T-shirt, Nine Inch Nails obvi, crossing at the wrists so she can slowly slide it up over her head and let it drop to the floor revealing a black bra under her fishnet shirt. There's a reason she wears so many layers all the time. As much as she talks big and acts tough and seems to give no fucks, the girl is shy. She's self conscious. She's tiny and her chest is small and she's pale as a sheet. But sometimes she likes the way her collar bones look when she moves her hair back over her shoulders, like now. And she likes how her ass looks in lacy underwear when she unzips her skinny jeans and slides them down over her thighs, also like now.
She steps out of them, backing up a little to ditch the fishnet shirt, too. Then her hands move around to her back, to the clasps of her bra... and she hesitates, biting her lower lip.]
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Date: 2017-03-28 04:36 pm (UTC)Her head is tilted up as she leans in, completely mesmerized and sucked in and wanting-- and then he grins. You little shit. You absolute piece of hot garbage. If the grin didn't seal the deal, his hand against her cheek definitely does. Uuuugh. Her hand shoots out to the other side of the doorway, blocking his exit with her arm and sighing.]
Wait.
[You win this round, Rumlow. When she's sure he's not going to just break through her arm like it's a ribbon at a finishing line, she lowers it...
Her hands move to the hem of her T-shirt, Nine Inch Nails obvi, crossing at the wrists so she can slowly slide it up over her head and let it drop to the floor revealing a black bra under her fishnet shirt. There's a reason she wears so many layers all the time. As much as she talks big and acts tough and seems to give no fucks, the girl is shy. She's self conscious. She's tiny and her chest is small and she's pale as a sheet. But sometimes she likes the way her collar bones look when she moves her hair back over her shoulders, like now. And she likes how her ass looks in lacy underwear when she unzips her skinny jeans and slides them down over her thighs, also like now.
She steps out of them, backing up a little to ditch the fishnet shirt, too. Then her hands move around to her back, to the clasps of her bra... and she hesitates, biting her lower lip.]