[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.
[Hers is not short and she has no plans to shave it all off, so she's going to have to cope with what she has and continue to put it up in a bun to prevent as much as she can.]
Owen, this is just learning, yes?
[Because the truth is, there is one thing that she is rather good at doing, but it'll give her a headache for days and she doesn't want to break his nose.]
Because what I'd actually do now? I'd use my head against yours to disorient you, kick you in the balls, and them use a heavy object to drop on you. If I were genuinely in this situation, but I was hoping for some more...well, suave ways of doing this.
[Brash and blunt work well for her, but she knows there are other ways that might escape with less notice.]
[Peggy's inhalation is a touch sharp, not solely because of the pressure, but because of the suggestion of something else. She refuses to give in so easily, always wants to give as good as she gets, but she grabs at his hips and tries to think of her next move that can be done without gravely injuring the man.]
No, but I worry I might be disappointing you as a teacher.
[There is another way out of this, but it feels wrong to use seduction techniques to escape a fight, especially when she respects the man. Though...well, use all the weapons at one's disposal.
Which is why when she surges up, she doesn't headbutt him. No, instead, she grabs him by the hair and kisses him, hard.]
[He responds to the kiss, because of course he does. His blood's already up, she's the type of woman she's into, and it's a hard rushing kiss full on the mouth - his favorite.
He returns her fervor, leaning down against her mouth, tilting his head slightly to try to better explore the angle of his lips meeting hers. He has to use his hands to either side of her on the floor now to keep balance; he's really not holding her with anything but his weight.
He's not stupid. He knows this is likely a ploy. If this were life and death he wouldn't give into it. But this isn't life or death, and well...he's been wondering perhaps if it wasn't eventually going to escalate to something like this, for some time. Given the givens and all.]
[Well, that hadn't been the exact effect that she'd been after and the truth is, her plan from here would usually be continuing to try and spin a web, try and sucker a poor man in. In this case, the trouble is that the kiss is an exhilarating rush all its own and she's a bit dizzy with it.
She drags both of her hands through his hair as she eases back, collecting herself and taking stock in the situation. Is he off his guard enough? Can she push him off yet?
Peggy tries, using the moment in between the kiss and her backing away to push with all her might and bring her knee up swiftly to try and knock him off of her, that kiss echoing in her head.]
[The push isn't enough, and he starts to resist her out of some half-hearted misplaced instinct. But the knee makes a difference. He grunts softly against her mouth, surrendering to roll to his right side, dropping off of her and retreating to a safe distance on the floor. Wheezing for breath around chuckles of laughter.]
Ah, I saw that one coming.
[He flops onto his back, arms spread - looks like he's done sparring for the day. He looks up at her with amused curiosity.]
Is that a move you do pull sometimes, in the field? Most women I've worked with refuse to ever use seduction as an option. Even as a little distraction during a fight. It's a point of pride for them, I suppose. Being able to best a man without having to resort to underhanded feminine wiles.
[He shrugs, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. No judgement; just an honest question.]
Honestly, I couldn't imagine. It's not like as if it's a choice I've had reason to make.
[She didn't think herself that sneaky, if she's honest. After all, she's sure that Shaw knows by now that she's the sort of woman who won't take a loss easily and if that means using all the elements at her disposal, she's going to.
She settles at his side, not straddling him, but near as if they're simply having a friendly discussion.]
I used knockout lipstick on a mission. It usually made it quite a quick goodnight after a kiss or two.
[Which means that she could use her feminine wiles without having to worry about someone getting too frisky.]
I do draw the line at pure intimacy, but I'll use all the weapons I have at my disposal.
Yes, well, it was all fun and games until it got used against me. I very quickly understood how some of my marks felt.
[She's still getting her breath back, but she can't help the way her eyes glimmer with amusement, the fight having given her a spark that she's enjoying quite a bit.]
I think the way this place is, they'll encourage this sort of distraction during a fight, quite honestly.
Oh, no argument there. They are so very single-minded.
[He grimaces, briefly. But shrugs it off. He's in no mood to linger over such thoughts.
Seeing that spark in her eyes as he looks back over, he can't help a slow smile.]
Although. Think it'd be pressing my luck at this point to ask about the chances of getting together for something other than fighting practice, sometime?
[The meaning is obvious. Were they anywhere else he'd couch it in a invitation for a drink or something, but as it is he sees no reason not to get straight to the point. They've been discussing their own active sex lives, after all.]
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Date: 2018-08-17 05:53 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2018-08-17 08:53 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-17 10:07 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2018-08-18 06:13 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-18 07:04 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-19 06:34 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2018-08-19 07:29 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-19 10:11 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-25 04:58 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2018-08-25 01:16 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-28 04:11 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2018-08-28 11:38 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-09-03 05:44 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-09-03 07:25 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-09-04 09:19 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-09-05 12:51 am (UTC)Owen, this is just learning, yes?
[Because the truth is, there is one thing that she is rather good at doing, but it'll give her a headache for days and she doesn't want to break his nose.]
Because what I'd actually do now? I'd use my head against yours to disorient you, kick you in the balls, and them use a heavy object to drop on you. If I were genuinely in this situation, but I was hoping for some more...well, suave ways of doing this.
[Brash and blunt work well for her, but she knows there are other ways that might escape with less notice.]
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Date: 2018-09-07 04:07 am (UTC)Oh dear. Am I disappointing you?
[He leans more forward on top of her, and shifts his weight so that the most heat from where their bodies are meeting might become more...suggestive.
Though point of order he's still also holding her down at full strength. Not taking any chances, even for something like mid-spar flirting.]
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Date: 2018-09-07 04:22 am (UTC)No, but I worry I might be disappointing you as a teacher.
[There is another way out of this, but it feels wrong to use seduction techniques to escape a fight, especially when she respects the man. Though...well, use all the weapons at one's disposal.
Which is why when she surges up, she doesn't headbutt him. No, instead, she grabs him by the hair and kisses him, hard.]
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Date: 2018-09-07 04:27 am (UTC)He returns her fervor, leaning down against her mouth, tilting his head slightly to try to better explore the angle of his lips meeting hers. He has to use his hands to either side of her on the floor now to keep balance; he's really not holding her with anything but his weight.
He's not stupid. He knows this is likely a ploy. If this were life and death he wouldn't give into it. But this isn't life or death, and well...he's been wondering perhaps if it wasn't eventually going to escalate to something like this, for some time. Given the givens and all.]
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Date: 2018-09-07 11:53 am (UTC)She drags both of her hands through his hair as she eases back, collecting herself and taking stock in the situation. Is he off his guard enough? Can she push him off yet?
Peggy tries, using the moment in between the kiss and her backing away to push with all her might and bring her knee up swiftly to try and knock him off of her, that kiss echoing in her head.]
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Date: 2018-09-07 04:57 pm (UTC)Ah, I saw that one coming.
[He flops onto his back, arms spread - looks like he's done sparring for the day. He looks up at her with amused curiosity.]
Is that a move you do pull sometimes, in the field? Most women I've worked with refuse to ever use seduction as an option. Even as a little distraction during a fight. It's a point of pride for them, I suppose. Being able to best a man without having to resort to underhanded feminine wiles.
[He shrugs, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. No judgement; just an honest question.]
Honestly, I couldn't imagine. It's not like as if it's a choice I've had reason to make.
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Date: 2018-09-08 04:54 am (UTC)She settles at his side, not straddling him, but near as if they're simply having a friendly discussion.]
I used knockout lipstick on a mission. It usually made it quite a quick goodnight after a kiss or two.
[Which means that she could use her feminine wiles without having to worry about someone getting too frisky.]
I do draw the line at pure intimacy, but I'll use all the weapons I have at my disposal.
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Date: 2018-09-09 01:23 am (UTC)[He nods, seeming to agree with her.]
Seems the way to do it. Maybe next time I see an opening, when it's a real fight, I'll try something different just to keep my opponent on their toes!
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Date: 2018-09-09 02:46 pm (UTC)[She's still getting her breath back, but she can't help the way her eyes glimmer with amusement, the fight having given her a spark that she's enjoying quite a bit.]
I think the way this place is, they'll encourage this sort of distraction during a fight, quite honestly.
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Date: 2018-09-11 11:44 am (UTC)[He grimaces, briefly. But shrugs it off. He's in no mood to linger over such thoughts.
Seeing that spark in her eyes as he looks back over, he can't help a slow smile.]
Although. Think it'd be pressing my luck at this point to ask about the chances of getting together for something other than fighting practice, sometime?
[The meaning is obvious. Were they anywhere else he'd couch it in a invitation for a drink or something, but as it is he sees no reason not to get straight to the point. They've been discussing their own active sex lives, after all.]
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