Mm, depends on what you're into. And how rough you like it.
[A dark tease, probably the first he's come to bantering with her in a way more overtly flirty between them. If she's quick about she might glimpse a wink in the pause between their returning flurries of blows.
He moved in, starting to bend forward to go for her but she was too quick, already back on her feet. He suspected she'd come from behind at that point: not what he'd have done, but it'd be in line with what he's witnessed of her fighting style. So he's already bracing, letting his body absorb the hits and repressing against the pain.
Teeth set in a determined grimace he twists back slightly at the hip, reaching with one arm behind him to try and grab her wrist, taking advantage of her proximity to him.
If he can keep her there he'll pull her near as he can so he can go to grab her arm with his other hand as well. No doubt there'll be a struggle and he's at a disadvantage with their positioning making it much harder to use his reach and strength.
If he can do this it's going to have to happen fast - his plan is to drop down on one knee and then pull hard, trying to flip-throw her to the ground over his head and across him.]
[Peggy can feel the tug and the tension against her wrist, grabbed and latched in. She knows that there are only a few ways to get out of this, but the best one is going to likely involve a lot of bleeding and a broken nose and while she might want to win, this is friendly sparring.
So she lets herself be thrown, bracing the impact with a grimace as she looks at Shaw from where she's staring at him upside down, hoping he appreciates the fact that he's got his nose intact, not that he knew how close he was to losing it.]
Generally, not that rough. I tend to save that for the fight.
[She moves to crouch lowly, barrelling at him directly, tackling him at the waist in order to use gravity and the force of her sprint to try and take him down with her on top.]
[They're still learning one another at this point, having crossed metaphorical blades in this manner only twice - but he can tell she was holding something back, that time. She seems to favor a lot of brutal efficiency. For her to simply take that throw was a bit of decorum on her part.
The brutality in his own nature is annoyed. But the game-player chooses to see it a positive; it means they're building up a rapport, and that's what he wanted, isn't it? Besides there's still a challenge even if this isn't a fight to the death.]
Don't have the stamina for both? I see.
[This is a taunting remark he can't resist, looking down at her when he's got her on the floor.
Of course, before much time passes at all he's due for a reversal it would appear. He's hit by her tackle and goes down. There's enough time he could go for a rabbit punch as she hits him to try and break free - or scissor-hold her legs on the landing so he can flip them to get back on top. But one good turn deserves another, he supposes; he spares her kidney and her knees, and instead lands with his arms stretched out over his head, flat on his back, grinning up at her in a suggestive manner. Stretching out and acting like this is comfortable, for all the landing was a hard one.]
[Peggy straddles him where she's landed on top of him, having needed to brace her fall for all that she's tackled him. She smirks, sure that retaliation is on its way, but enjoying it for this one brief moment where it seems like she has the upper hand.
She's sure that's not going to last.]
Don't have the desire for it in bed. I prefer a much more equal meeting of bodies, beneath the covers.
[She doesn't attach, curious what he's going to do to get out of the position, though she can feel herself bracing for whatever might come next.]
But an equal meeting...that doesn't always mean passive.
[He braces his arms and lifts his head a little, but he's grinning around his subtle pants as he catches his breath again, still acting casual at least on the surface.]
That's why I often prefer my partners to be strong. It's a challenge for control, for dominance. Nothing yielded only earned. Leaving both involved...more than satisfied.
[And without warning he lifts up again at the waist, going to push or throw her off with his core strength alone, and if that's not enough to dislodge her swinging a hard hook at her face.]
[No, it certainly doesn't, and she appreciates that he notes that. Her eyes are bright as she watches him, anticipating what's coming next, even though the punch is unexpected and she has to put all her attention on that, rolling back and over her shoulder to plant a knee into the ground, staring at him with a narrowed look.]
What about when you simply want it to be enjoyed? If sex is always about dominance and fighting, isn't it exhausting at a point?
[She's asking genuinely seeing as she hasn't ever been with someone like that, so she couldn't say. Moving from where she's low to the ground, she goes for a sweep of the leg, aiming directly at the achilles.]
You don't enjoy the fight? [He gives a mostly feigned expression of dubious surprise. Laughing at her silently.] For me I can only start to relax when I release my energy. Anything physical is another outlet to that. I simply don't know how to be any way else.
[He was only halfway to his feet so he can't leap out of the way in time, and though he absorbs the blow well enough - by bracing himself and leaning harder into his fist for a moment - in a normal fight he would keep moving without reaction, here he stops and grimaces slightly.]
Another hit. Suppose that means I owe you another story?
[Is that too much information when it doesn't have to be forfeited? She doesn't think so, but she still gives a wary look at him when she manages to get another hit and another story out of him.]
Yes, you do.
[She extends a hand to him, though, ready to help him up.]
Your choice about what you want to tell me, though.
[He accepts the hand readily, a thoughtful look in his gaze which is aimed away from her as he stands.]
Have you met Thor, here, yet? The god of thunder?
[There's a touch of heat that comes into his voice as he says that second part - embarrassed awe, if one listens carefully enough, and has enough experience with Shaw to divine between lines.]
[She helps him to his feet, lips pressed together very tightly when the name comes up. She refuses to give a reaction, though her body is not on the same page, because she hasn't just met the god of thunder, she's slept with him.
Her cheeks go the slightest pink, though they are working out. Maybe it won't be noticed.]
I think it's hard to avoid him entirely. Yes, I know him. And how well do you know him?
[Peggy's not owed to tell Shaw a story just yet, but if she were going to, she'd mention that she had the beard burn for a week, but no bruises to speak of, but that's likely because he's more of a gentlemen with ladies and she really didn't like being bruised up.
But she doesn't owe a story, now does she?]
Well, I'm glad he was able to pleasure you so thoroughly. He's a god, isn't he? It would stand to reason he's got plenty of experience.
[If he lets this keep going he is going to start waxing an embarrassing amount of poetry about Thor. He exhales shortly, trying to get ready for another round.
Steals a look at her, suddenly feeling awkward. Because there's way to make a first move now without it looking like he's trying to cover up for the way he exposed himself about Thor.]
[Peggy feels like this is an interesting glimpse into Shaw's life. With some people, he quite clearly feels in control, but with others, so long as there's violence involved, he has no qualms about losing it. Very interesting, indeed.]
Come on, let's do some grappling. I need more practice.
[She knows she's set to lose, but she wants to improve and she knows if she doesn't work on it, it'll never happen.]
[She knows that it's likely going to be embarrassing, she might even come away with her fair share of bruises, but she also knows that she needs to be bad at something in order to get better.]
Come on, I'm sure you're eager to take me down.
[It's said as a quip, but she also believes there to be quite a bit of truth to it.]
[His grin has a suggestive edge to it, and he glances her over bottom to top before flicking his eyes to meet hers. He's only doing it because she started it, and it's too good to resist such low hanging fruit.]
Yeah. I'll admit I am, at that.
[He follows her lead and moves forward, lifting his hands to get ready.]
[This is going to hurt, she already knows, and she isn't Shaw. She doesn't like her bruises, but she's willing to endure them in order to get better. From their last go-around, she already knows that he's far more skilled in this than she is, which means that she wants to learn.]
Do you want to start or should I be the one making the first strike?
[It's far better than the alternative of simply lying there, suggestively, waiting for a man to get the better of her.]
Try coming at me, this time. I want to see how long you can hold me off.
[It's a helpful suggestion, he thinks. Not ending up in someone else's grasp when you know once you get there, you're in trouble, is always a good skill to practice.]
[Peggy thinks about the attack for a moment, deciding to use what she knows best. Speed and brute force, which is how she's won most of her fights. She charges at him, with the intent to wrap a leg around his waist and force her weight on him so they'll go to the ground, using gravity to ensure he doesn't simply catch her.]
Remember, if you leave any marks on the neck, I do expect a scarf in return at least.
[It's a jibe as she struggles and works to get them to the floor, but it keeps her spirits up.]
Oh, you want me to buy you presents, now? Well, if you insist...
[He returns the banter with some of his own, smiling between the heady breaths he takes to keep his strength and focus up as they wrestle for dominance. He goes to grab at her arms and upper body, attempting to keep more of her at bay so she can't force her entire weight on him.
But, abruptly it might seem, he stops resisting, letting her get that leg into place and dropping them to the floor with her atop him.
His intent is to see if he can recover quickly enough to push upwards, rolling them over and flipping the positions.]
[She tips her head so that she can ready herself for whatever is coming next, but also protect her neck and her head in the process, not wanting to harm herself while she learns. This is more of a struggle for her, but she'd known that coming in. The protesting noises and grunts are mostly a front, but she doesn't want to lose.
That said, she knows it's a losing match for her.
Eventually. First, he lets them get to the floor and she slams back against the ground with her back, keeping her head from smacking it, tangling up her leg in his as she tries to figure out where best to put her hands.]
[He grins down at her, bracing his knees and sinking his weight in, using the shape of his body to frame and pin her. He's cocky in a way that's downright playful.]
What, you want me to do all the work?
[But he doesn't attack any further or escalate the situtaion. He's merely holding her in place; giving her plenty of chance to retaliate. If of course she can make her move.
He might give her a hint, but he's going to push her buttons and see what she can come up with on her own, first.]
[Peggy's working the problem in her head, quickly trying to figure out what it is that she can do to impact this. He's heavier than her, so she can't use the weight of gravity against him, not when she's below, but perhaps she can make use of some of the weaker spots.
Might as well go for something tried and true. Peggy digs her fingers into his hair and tugs, trying to see if she can take some of his attention away to try and struggle out from being pinned.]
[He stops resisting with his neck, too easy: he's letting her tug his head back like that. His smile is almost encouraging as she does it. Of course there's still that note like he's laughing about it. He enjoys the fight too much to pass for really sane sometimes.]
Good instincts! Part of the reason why I keep my hair so short, actually. No hindrance.
[If it were any shorter he'd just be buzzing it off, so she's really going to work at it if she wants to keep that handhold.]
By the time you're in this position you've got only a small window of advantage. If this were in the field I'd be trying to choke you into submission right now, or if you were struggling too much for that holding you down with my weight until you thrash to exhaustion. Then I can do whatever I like.
[Which for him means kill, usually. Not the unfortunate thing that sinister subtext may be implying.]
You're not going to get me off you using muscle. Your only real hope is that for some reason I have to move myself. Weak spots in the head are good targets. Eyes, nose, front of the throat.
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[A dark tease, probably the first he's come to bantering with her in a way more overtly flirty between them. If she's quick about she might glimpse a wink in the pause between their returning flurries of blows.
He moved in, starting to bend forward to go for her but she was too quick, already back on her feet. He suspected she'd come from behind at that point: not what he'd have done, but it'd be in line with what he's witnessed of her fighting style. So he's already bracing, letting his body absorb the hits and repressing against the pain.
Teeth set in a determined grimace he twists back slightly at the hip, reaching with one arm behind him to try and grab her wrist, taking advantage of her proximity to him.
If he can keep her there he'll pull her near as he can so he can go to grab her arm with his other hand as well. No doubt there'll be a struggle and he's at a disadvantage with their positioning making it much harder to use his reach and strength.
If he can do this it's going to have to happen fast - his plan is to drop down on one knee and then pull hard, trying to flip-throw her to the ground over his head and across him.]
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So she lets herself be thrown, bracing the impact with a grimace as she looks at Shaw from where she's staring at him upside down, hoping he appreciates the fact that he's got his nose intact, not that he knew how close he was to losing it.]
Generally, not that rough. I tend to save that for the fight.
[She moves to crouch lowly, barrelling at him directly, tackling him at the waist in order to use gravity and the force of her sprint to try and take him down with her on top.]
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The brutality in his own nature is annoyed. But the game-player chooses to see it a positive; it means they're building up a rapport, and that's what he wanted, isn't it? Besides there's still a challenge even if this isn't a fight to the death.]
Don't have the stamina for both? I see.
[This is a taunting remark he can't resist, looking down at her when he's got her on the floor.
Of course, before much time passes at all he's due for a reversal it would appear. He's hit by her tackle and goes down. There's enough time he could go for a rabbit punch as she hits him to try and break free - or scissor-hold her legs on the landing so he can flip them to get back on top. But one good turn deserves another, he supposes; he spares her kidney and her knees, and instead lands with his arms stretched out over his head, flat on his back, grinning up at her in a suggestive manner. Stretching out and acting like this is comfortable, for all the landing was a hard one.]
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She's sure that's not going to last.]
Don't have the desire for it in bed. I prefer a much more equal meeting of bodies, beneath the covers.
[She doesn't attach, curious what he's going to do to get out of the position, though she can feel herself bracing for whatever might come next.]
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[He braces his arms and lifts his head a little, but he's grinning around his subtle pants as he catches his breath again, still acting casual at least on the surface.]
That's why I often prefer my partners to be strong. It's a challenge for control, for dominance. Nothing yielded only earned. Leaving both involved...more than satisfied.
[And without warning he lifts up again at the waist, going to push or throw her off with his core strength alone, and if that's not enough to dislodge her swinging a hard hook at her face.]
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What about when you simply want it to be enjoyed? If sex is always about dominance and fighting, isn't it exhausting at a point?
[She's asking genuinely seeing as she hasn't ever been with someone like that, so she couldn't say. Moving from where she's low to the ground, she goes for a sweep of the leg, aiming directly at the achilles.]
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[He was only halfway to his feet so he can't leap out of the way in time, and though he absorbs the blow well enough - by bracing himself and leaning harder into his fist for a moment - in a normal fight he would keep moving without reaction, here he stops and grimaces slightly.]
Another hit. Suppose that means I owe you another story?
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[Is that too much information when it doesn't have to be forfeited? She doesn't think so, but she still gives a wary look at him when she manages to get another hit and another story out of him.]
Yes, you do.
[She extends a hand to him, though, ready to help him up.]
Your choice about what you want to tell me, though.
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Have you met Thor, here, yet? The god of thunder?
[There's a touch of heat that comes into his voice as he says that second part - embarrassed awe, if one listens carefully enough, and has enough experience with Shaw to divine between lines.]
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Her cheeks go the slightest pink, though they are working out. Maybe it won't be noticed.]
I think it's hard to avoid him entirely. Yes, I know him. And how well do you know him?
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[Without even fully intending to he manages to imbue those two words with a lot of meaning.
He barely notices the tinge to her cheeks, and if he smiles it's not because he's laughing at her. It's because man, does he get that.]
As in it took me days for the bruises to fade.
[He has that sheepish almost breathless "I am still overwhelmed by what enthusiastic sex was had" tone.]
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But she doesn't owe a story, now does she?]
Well, I'm glad he was able to pleasure you so thoroughly. He's a god, isn't he? It would stand to reason he's got plenty of experience.
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[If he lets this keep going he is going to start waxing an embarrassing amount of poetry about Thor. He exhales shortly, trying to get ready for another round.
Steals a look at her, suddenly feeling awkward. Because there's way to make a first move now without it looking like he's trying to cover up for the way he exposed himself about Thor.]
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Come on, let's do some grappling. I need more practice.
[She knows she's set to lose, but she wants to improve and she knows if she doesn't work on it, it'll never happen.]
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More interestingly, why doesn't he feel bad for that? Not insulted, or like he's too good to accept?
By god maybe he really is making friends. Or something.]
You sure about that?
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[She knows that it's likely going to be embarrassing, she might even come away with her fair share of bruises, but she also knows that she needs to be bad at something in order to get better.]
Come on, I'm sure you're eager to take me down.
[It's said as a quip, but she also believes there to be quite a bit of truth to it.]
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Yeah. I'll admit I am, at that.
[He follows her lead and moves forward, lifting his hands to get ready.]
Come on then, Agent. To work.
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Do you want to start or should I be the one making the first strike?
[It's far better than the alternative of simply lying there, suggestively, waiting for a man to get the better of her.]
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[It's a helpful suggestion, he thinks. Not ending up in someone else's grasp when you know once you get there, you're in trouble, is always a good skill to practice.]
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Remember, if you leave any marks on the neck, I do expect a scarf in return at least.
[It's a jibe as she struggles and works to get them to the floor, but it keeps her spirits up.]
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[He returns the banter with some of his own, smiling between the heady breaths he takes to keep his strength and focus up as they wrestle for dominance. He goes to grab at her arms and upper body, attempting to keep more of her at bay so she can't force her entire weight on him.
But, abruptly it might seem, he stops resisting, letting her get that leg into place and dropping them to the floor with her atop him.
His intent is to see if he can recover quickly enough to push upwards, rolling them over and flipping the positions.]
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That said, she knows it's a losing match for her.
Eventually. First, he lets them get to the floor and she slams back against the ground with her back, keeping her head from smacking it, tangling up her leg in his as she tries to figure out where best to put her hands.]
Any advice?
[Or is she truly on her own?]
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What, you want me to do all the work?
[But he doesn't attack any further or escalate the situtaion. He's merely holding her in place; giving her plenty of chance to retaliate. If of course she can make her move.
He might give her a hint, but he's going to push her buttons and see what she can come up with on her own, first.]
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Might as well go for something tried and true. Peggy digs her fingers into his hair and tugs, trying to see if she can take some of his attention away to try and struggle out from being pinned.]
Not all of it.
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Good instincts! Part of the reason why I keep my hair so short, actually. No hindrance.
[If it were any shorter he'd just be buzzing it off, so she's really going to work at it if she wants to keep that handhold.]
By the time you're in this position you've got only a small window of advantage. If this were in the field I'd be trying to choke you into submission right now, or if you were struggling too much for that holding you down with my weight until you thrash to exhaustion. Then I can do whatever I like.
[Which for him means kill, usually. Not the unfortunate thing that sinister subtext may be implying.]
You're not going to get me off you using muscle. Your only real hope is that for some reason I have to move myself. Weak spots in the head are good targets. Eyes, nose, front of the throat.
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