[ The possibilities are certainly interesting. He's got front-row tickets to what she's capable of, so that gives him a lot of food for thought. More importantly, it makes Rowena a very attractive option above other Dominants. He's warming to the thought. ]
Oooh. That's compelling.
[ Wade wonders if she's able to get him his skin back. That's a thrilling thought, but almost too good to be true, he's almost afraid to ask. ]
What about my skin, is there a way you can bring my looks back?
[ Oh. Oh, Wade is in serious trouble. There are few obsessions so all-consuming as the one about getting his looks back is a devastating weak point for him. He's so effectively baited that she's got him hook, line and sinker. ]
Now that's what I call incentive, sister.
[ The physical contact is a nice touch, his jaw working from under the mask when he speaks. ]
Wanna give me a week to put my shit in order? Affairs or whatever.
( there's an amused sound from her, tracking it back to the pet play comment, though she makes no comment, choosing instead not to confirm or deny what kind of space she'll leave for him.
unlocking her door she adds-- )
My house rules will be simple, but those can be when you move in.
( to keep them fresh in his mind. don't touch her things, don't wake her up, don't leave mess )
If I have your company for a few hours there are better uses of our time.
[ She reads him so well, it's almost like she's seen it all. She probably has, not that Wade has a clue (yet). ]
Yeah? Meaning what?
[ Judging from the way he slides his gloved hands around her trim little waist, he knows a little something about that. He pulls her by her hips to his body, sliding his chin over her shoulder as he looks at her. ]
( the hand around her waist is a more surprising move, though she slides back to him rather than shrugging out of it, allowing the touch. she wasn't trying to keep him away as she usually intentionally radiated.
her head tips up, hand sliding around to the back of his mask where she'd seen him lift it before, fingers deftly slipping just under his mask to slide it off and over him )
Just a little more incentive, perhaps.
( not that she needs it, she knows she has him hooked already, and the playful tone likely says it. but why not give him a few other reasons why living with her could be an incredible idea.
the mask stays gripped in one hand by her waist, her other hand brushing over his chin )
At the end of a day-- ( or in the middle of it ) there are many more exciting uses for you.
[ God, it's one thing to tolerate Wade's annoying presence, but Rowena moves into his touch, not away. She prefers him without the suit, so he's not quite surprised when he feels her fingers deftly search to open his mask, and for the first time in a long time, he lets someone do it. ]
Blurring professional lines, are we?
[ Said like he's into it, because he is. Can they even get inside the apartment before he's getting his hands all over her? Turns out the answer is a solid no, because that touch over his textured skin makes him feel more than a little smitten by his witchy playmate. Wade's other hand brushes her hair over her shoulder and he traces a thumb under her chin. It's gentle, respectful — she's already got him eating out of the palm of her hand. ]
You make it sound like I'm gonna be your live-in slut.
( she chuckles, sliding out of his gasp easily with how gently he holds her, walking into her apartment )
If you choose to only make quota with me... that's your choice.
( she's not setting and thought about how often she'll sleep with him, when the mood draws, though with talent it draws more often. given that she's brought him here to sleep with him again.
she sets her bag onto the table and this will be a part of her apartment he's not seen before: he hadn't walked out after they'd first met, her teleporting him away when they were finally done after that long night. but she's leaning against the table, hands resting against it, her head tipped as she waits for him )
And sleeping with my bodyguard sounds like a pleasant perk.
[ That promising thought is a godsend, seeing as he was sure that when he received his designation as submissive, he was cooked. Wade doesn't know it yet, but the city will turn out to be remarkably tolerant of fugly mugs, but for now? He's operating under the assumption that, like the rest of his world, there are only 9 people who matter to him in it.
Rowena slips out of his hands and telegraphs what looks to Wade like an invitation, a come hither with her eyes. He steps into her apartment and tries to put his hands on either side of her on the table, slinking up to her. ]
Seeing as it's probably one of the more popular tags on AO3, it's gotta be.
( ignoring him is very easy, as is cutting him off, rowena leaning up to kiss him as he's mid-sentence, telling him that he currently has a very correct idea about what's happening.
partially, anyway. she breaks off the kiss before it gets too heated, pressing her finger to his lips again, leaning slightly back to tip her hair over her shoulders )
Close the door and then take your suit off.
( she doesn't need anyone walking past seeing her good time )
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Oooh. That's compelling.
[ Wade wonders if she's able to get him his skin back. That's a thrilling thought, but almost too good to be true, he's almost afraid to ask. ]
What about my skin, is there a way you can bring my looks back?
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I may be able to.
( as far as rowena knows she can heal anything. she healed amara and she was a cosmic being )
We can discuss that more if we make an agreement.
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Now that's what I call incentive, sister.
[ The physical contact is a nice touch, his jaw working from under the mask when he speaks. ]
Wanna give me a week to put my shit in order? Affairs or whatever.
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( her hand falls from him when the doors open, stepping past him to walk back to her apartment )
And I will... make a some space for you.
( a little beckon that he should follow her. they've still got an afternoon to enjoy )
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I hope it's not a kennel! I'm not going to promise I don't get the midnight zoomies, but I'm not big on cages.
[ You'd better get used to these completely random tangents, because they're pretty much constant. ]
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unlocking her door she adds-- )
My house rules will be simple, but those can be when you move in.
( to keep them fresh in his mind. don't touch her things, don't wake her up, don't leave mess )
If I have your company for a few hours there are better uses of our time.
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Yeah? Meaning what?
[ Judging from the way he slides his gloved hands around her trim little waist, he knows a little something about that. He pulls her by her hips to his body, sliding his chin over her shoulder as he looks at her. ]
Penny for your thoughts?
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her head tips up, hand sliding around to the back of his mask where she'd seen him lift it before, fingers deftly slipping just under his mask to slide it off and over him )
Just a little more incentive, perhaps.
( not that she needs it, she knows she has him hooked already, and the playful tone likely says it. but why not give him a few other reasons why living with her could be an incredible idea.
the mask stays gripped in one hand by her waist, her other hand brushing over his chin )
At the end of a day-- ( or in the middle of it ) there are many more exciting uses for you.
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Blurring professional lines, are we?
[ Said like he's into it, because he is. Can they even get inside the apartment before he's getting his hands all over her? Turns out the answer is a solid no, because that touch over his textured skin makes him feel more than a little smitten by his witchy playmate. Wade's other hand brushes her hair over her shoulder and he traces a thumb under her chin. It's gentle, respectful — she's already got him eating out of the palm of her hand. ]
You make it sound like I'm gonna be your live-in slut.
[ He's a thousand times into that, too. ]
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If you choose to only make quota with me... that's your choice.
( she's not setting and thought about how often she'll sleep with him, when the mood draws, though with talent it draws more often. given that she's brought him here to sleep with him again.
she sets her bag onto the table and this will be a part of her apartment he's not seen before: he hadn't walked out after they'd first met, her teleporting him away when they were finally done after that long night. but she's leaning against the table, hands resting against it, her head tipped as she waits for him )
And sleeping with my bodyguard sounds like a pleasant perk.
( there are body guarding jokes to be had there )
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Rowena slips out of his hands and telegraphs what looks to Wade like an invitation, a come hither with her eyes. He steps into her apartment and tries to put his hands on either side of her on the table, slinking up to her. ]
Seeing as it's probably one of the more popular tags on AO3, it's gotta be.
[ What? Ignore him. ]
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partially, anyway. she breaks off the kiss before it gets too heated, pressing her finger to his lips again, leaning slightly back to tip her hair over her shoulders )
Close the door and then take your suit off.
( she doesn't need anyone walking past seeing her good time )