Date: 2017-03-28 06:23 pm (UTC)
onteamdyson: (019)
From: [personal profile] onteamdyson
[Well he's still here. That's something. He's also seemingly into it. The way he looks at her helps her shake that assumption that he'd be better suited to a well-endowed blonde that oozes class and maturity and sex appeal. It's not that she thinks Rumlow is shallow or anything, she just sees him as this amazing specimen, too unattainable to be into her. Guys like him aren't into her. She gets the scumbags and the drug dealers and slimy, creepy dudes that talk a big game but aren't shit.

Then there's Brock Rumlow. An actual Adonis with a wicked sense of humour that can cook and is sweet to her and when she's with him... commitment doesn't seem so scary. This doesn't seem so scary. Her hesitation gives way to a sense of yes, I want this and she smiles.]


I could use two.

[She unhooks her bra and slides it over her shoulders and off her arms to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. Her eyes are still locked on Rumlow's, admiring their hazel colour as she works up her courage. The panties come off much like ripping off a bandaid, one fluid motion, painless. There's a faint blush across her cheeks as she gives him a few seconds to stare before closing the distance between them and catching his lips in a determined kiss.]
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