( 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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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 )