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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.

[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?

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.

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.

Oh, I'm well aware of how dutiful you are. [A sly grin crosses his face while his fingers tighten, just a bit, in her hair.] And hey, I'm corrigible. I'll have you know I was a saint as a child.

[A total lie. The only thing Rumlow remembers from childhood right now is fighting kids in an alleyway and getting hit by his old man. Doesn't sound real saintly. Doubts he's changed much either. There are still details missing from his life, but Rumlow is pretty sure that aspect of his personality is still the same.

Not that Kenzi doesn't love every bit of it. She's been pretty damn amenable. Probably wouldn't even object if he suggested inviting her in and locking the office door. Be a better escape than brooding or whatever it is he's been doing for the past four hours.]

[Nooooo not the hair! It's her ultimate weakness! Her laughter turns into a gasp as she tips her head back to look at him, grinning. Now he's just playing dirty.]

I highly doubt that, Mr. Rumlow. You look like you were trouble from the day you learned to walk. Unlike me, obviously, who was the most perfect, tiny angel to ever live.

[It's technically true, actually. For the most part, anyway. You tend to start behaving when your step-dad resorts to prison tactics in lieu of parenting. Even when she followed the rules, she was punished.

Nothing like a strict upbringing to send a girl running wild and rebellious.]

Also, you know you owe me like, oooone, two-- three days minimum of quality time for going rogue, right? We're supposed to be partners.

[On the surface, it might look like she's talking about marriage being a partnership. Really, she's talking about the fact that he's the only person she trusts 100% aside from maybe Bucky... ]

Can you take a break?

[It's an ugly snort, but it's amused nonetheless. Kenzi, an angel. In disguise maybe. Rumlow doesn't believe for even a second that she wasn't born plotting. She's got mischief in her blood. She's exhibiting it right now, the way she tries to bargain for 'quality time.' If he agreed, Rumlow's pretty sure she'd even insinuate she'd like the clock to start now thank you very much.]

We are partners. [He reaffirms. And ah, there it is. A break. His fingers bury in her hair, pushing through curve his hand around the back of her neck.] And yeah, I can take a break. Tell me what you need, sweetheart.

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