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thedudeabides2017-03-05 01:44 am
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I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL PISTOL-WHIP THE NEXT GUY WHO SAYS SHENANIGANS
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His fair alpine complexion didn't hide his blush before, and certainly doesn't hide it now. It spreads across his cheeks like an unfurling flag, and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.] I have a few ideas.
[He doesn't have a goddamn clue.
Well, maybe one.
Quick as a flash, one hand goes up to snatch her hat off of his head and hold it up out of her reach. At the same time, to pre-empt a reaction, one arm goes down to wrap around her back, and he goes on the attack, diving in as he aims his lips squarely at hers until-
-well. Mission accomplished.]
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While she feels the laughter brewing in her chest, she manages to only allow a chuckle, looking a little too pleased for her own damn good. ]
Ooh, this ought'a be good.
[ Holding her hat up to where she can't reach would only be so effective, but that kiss definitely distracts her before she can even think to try anything else. For a few seconds, at least. She breathes a soft laugh against his lips and then leans up on her toes to deepen in, the hand on his chest moving up to his shoulder and then she wraps that arm around his neck. Of course, this only makes it easier for her to reach up with her free hand, her touch feather-light against his arm as she ghosts her fingers up its length toward his hand. When she can’t quite reach it, she decides that pinning his wrist to the wall is the next best thing, fingers curling around it tightly.
Multitasking. ]
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He looks to where she has his wrist pinned. Then looks back to her, that cocky smile back in full force.]
Oh, that's a shame. So close, and yet...
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Once the kiss breaks, her eyes flutter open to meet his as she takes in a breath of air that she hadn't even realized she'd needed so badly. She's got it that bad, huh? Damn. ]
So close, indeed.
[ Her response is spoken slowly, deliberately and the wheels in her head are so obviously turning as she slides her hand down his arm and to his shoulder. Still pressed up against him, she doesn't even bother putting any space between them as she rests her hands on his shoulders and then slides them forward onto the collar of his shirt. ]
What ever is a girl to do?
[ She lets that question hang for a moment, feigning an overly dramatic pout and even looking a little bit resigned. And then, far too suddenly, she takes him down. She grabs two fistfuls of his collar, holding him close and tight as she jerks him back a few steps, whirls him around and then sweeps his legs before lowering him onto his back on the floor. No need to give the poor doctor a concussion when they're just flirting.
Straddling his hips, she huffs a little breath from the effort and presses her palm down against his shoulder, leaning in close with a smug smirk. ]
I'll take that.
[ Plucking the hat away from him, she places it back onto her own head. ]
Now what, doc? Was this in your plan?
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No, but-
[If his chest is nice, so is the rest of him. She'll undoubtedly feel the solidness in his legs and abs, as she climbs up his supine form and plucks the hat from his head. His hands go to rest on her hips, more out of instinct than anything else as he catches his breath.]
-I can't say I have any complaints.
[There's a hardness in another place, too - one that'd be hard for Ashe not to feel as she straddles him. Maybe he even tries to stifle his groan/gasp or two as she gets situated.
Yeah. He's got it worse. A lot worse.]
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She can’t even remember the last time someone looked at her like that and even if they did, it certainly didn’t send a chill up her spine and make her feel absolutely weak all at once. That, combined with his hands against her hips, and how she can feel him underneath her, and the way his breath seems to catch oh so subtly gets her own heart pounding a little harder than it already was.
She had a hard enough time just kissing Angelo and not completely melting like a smitten teenage girl.
Despite that little shiver and the way her cheeks have lit up pink again, she does a great job playing it just as cool and confident as usual. Placing her hand against the floor instead of on his shoulder, she reaches up to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear as she leans in to nuzzle his nose with her own. ]
None at all? [ She chuckles softly. Tilting his chin up with her fingertips, she brushes her lips teasingly against his. ] Good. Neither do I.
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None- [he can't quite suppress a gasp of pleasure as she adjusts herself atop him] -at all.
[He pauses, pretends to think.] Well. Maybe one.
[If Ashe can act quickly, so can he. He pivots his hips quickly, rolling them so that before Ashe can blink she's on her back and he's atop her. Just as she had to brush some bangs behind her ears, so does he as he beams down at her like an angel from on high.]
There, [he says, his Swiss accent honeying his words as he nuzzles back. His cologne is fading but still there - a hint of sandalwood wafts from his neck, right where it counts.] I like this much better, don't you?
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Erp!
-make a little noise out of both surprise and protest as she becomes acutely aware that the tables have been turned. Now, she’s flat on her back, arms splayed on the floor next to her head and eyes just as wide as Angelo’s were because how on earth is this man human? Backlit the way he is, he really does look angelic, but that alone isn’t enough, oh no. Of course, he’s also gotta smile his perfect smile, looking almost picturesque, the soft smell of his cologne already forcing her to commit this very moment to memory. What better way to miss him when he’s gone? ]
No. I do not. [ She replies with such halfhearted indignance, that it probably couldn’t even be called that. ] You’ve got no business smilin’ like that, sir. Makes a girl feel awful dizzy. You goin’ around breakin’ hearts instead of fixin’ them?
[ She huffs, yet her gaze softens just a touch as she lifts one hand to gently touch his cheek; an astounding contrast compared to how she just about manhandled him to the ground. ] Shame on you. [ Sliding her hand back to the back of his head and into his hair, she tugs him closer and leans up just enough to kiss him again, her other arm moving to hook around his shoulder. She holds onto him tightly, as though it were the last time. ]
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[Profile pieces on Angelo are a dime a dozen. Since the formation of Overwatch, and even long after it fell, there have always been magazines eager to land an interview or coverpiece with the boy wonder of Overwatch. There's been enough of them that the general public has been able to construct an image of Angelo they think jives with the facts, but there are a couple of things the profiles can't touch on.
Like how his eyes soften as he looks into Ashe's, healer's eyes on the lookout for any pain he might soothe, any wounds he might bind. The way his arms, wiry and muscled, wrap around her back so that there's hardly an atom of space between their bodies. The positively solid feel of his body against hers, the way his chest hums against her own as he closes his eyes and moans into the kiss. The way when he pulls back, his eyes are ever-so-slightly lidded with lust and need for her. The way he slowly bucks his hips like a wave to let her feel his arousal, in case she had the slightest doubt.]
So you say you're dizzy, hm? [he teases.] A little lightheaded? [His eyes alight with mischief as he moves down to her neck, eyes looking up into her own.] Then as a doctor, I must insist on rehydration, bed rest, and proper...
[Smooch.]
medical...
[Another smooch, further up.]
supervision.
[This one right on her lips, timed with another slow buck of his hips that gives him the audacity to moan, long and loud, right into her mouth.]
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Here they are years later in a place she’d never have guessed they’d be and, as always, he has a very strong effect on her. Something she's finally come to accept.
Arching against him, her fingers curl into his shirt, her other hand curling into his hair, tugging hard when he bucks against her. A sharp gasp escapes her and then her voice decides to take a road trip, because aside from the increase in her respirations, she doesn’t make nearly as much noise. All of that on top of the feeling of his body pressed against her own has her feeling overheated in no time. Clothes were always an inconvenience at a time like this, especially when she does not want to break away.
Those teasing words take her just a moment longer to process when she’s already feeling as though her mind is short-circuiting in the midst of a blazing fire. Her cheeks are flushed redder, her gaze a touch dazed as she meets his eyes with a slightly furrowed brow until her mind clears up just enough for conscious thought and her voice to return to her. She lets out a breathless little laugh and then hums softly at those kisses to her neck, goosebumps spreading across her fair skin.
Before she can say anything in response, he has efficiently shut her down again. She tightens her hand in his hair again, breathing shakily against his mouth when he moans into hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she grinds up against him a little more insistently, breaking the kiss and moaning softly in reaction. ]
Mmph. [ She takes his lower lip in between her teeth, tugging it just a bit before releasing it and kissing him again briefly. ] Good suggestions, but I don’t take orders too well.
[ And then a little nip to his jaw. ]
You gonna make me?
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But nobody's ever seen him revved up like this. Nobody's ever seen him with his dander up like Ashe can make it, and certainly nobody's ever heard his soft, gentle voice take a turn for the rough and guttural like it does now as his muscles wrap around her like iron bands, fingers flying over the buttons to her shirt.]
Verdammte scheiße- [yup that's right, not one but two Big Swears as he grinds his teeth and growls right into her ear] -you're a right little brat when you want to be, aren't you? Fine-
[There's a different look in his eyes as he wraps his arms around her and rolls up to his knees. As Ashe sits on his waist, she'll see that there's something primal in there, something purely animal. The good doctor has left the building, and what's taken his place-
-well. It's going to be one wild night.]
-let's go get you all tuckered out.
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Wait, what?
She knows a small bit of German, and even if she didn’t, those curses are pretty widely known to most idiot teenagers who wanted to curse in another language. What she can’t get her head wrapped around is the fact that Angelo just cursed at her. Did this sweet, sensitive angel of a man also just become the devil, growl at her, issue her a challenge and call her out within the span of a few seconds? ]
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That confusion fades into an expression that can only be described as wicked, her eyes narrowing on his defiantly. However, she makes absolutely no move to stop his hand from moving to her shirt. She isn’t the least bit body shy and they certainly won’t need their clothes soon. In fact, she shrugs out of it no soon does the last button come undone, letting it fall away from her shoulders and slide down her arms to the floor behind her. ]
Well, now… You’re just full of surprises. [ Her words are low, silky-smooth, almost a purr. Resting her hands against his shoulders she unhooks her legs from around his waist and moves to get up, shoving him back a little harder than necessary. ] You go right on and try me, doc. [ She cracks her knuckles. It is definitely going to be a wild night. ] I’ll show you just how much of a brat I can be.