[ She doesn't reply for about ten minutes. When she does, it's to send a snap of a pencil sketch on her pad. It's a quick one, mostly just the outline and with minimal shading, but the picture is clear: he's lying flat on the bed, she's sitting on his face with her head thrown back in ecstasy, his vibranium hand is squeezing her ass.
Don't ask her how she can draw something like this so quickly. ]
[ His pulse definitely jumps as his eyes trace the lines of the sketch quickly, even if he doesn't dare look at it too long in case anyone behind him can see over his shoulder. He glances around the floor again before grabbing his folder and slipping out the door. ]
[ He texts with quick metal fingers as he passes security with a nod. ]What do you know? Early recess. Do you want to come over earlier?
Oh? Well, I don't have the booze with me, but we can just grab it after dinner. Gimme 10 mins.
[ She can be there in about 30 seconds if she runs at full speed, but keeping a low profile means acting just like everyone else. She stashes her sketchbook and pencils into her bag, throws on a pair of sunglasses, and starts to make her way over to him in a leisurely stroll. ]
Where do you want me?
[ ... yeah, that's absolutely a double entendre. ]
[ He doesn't think he actually needs the booze, they both know she's got him wrapped around her little finger. But then again, he can't make this too easy for her. ] After is good. Start at mine, end at yours?
[ Yeah, she definitely knows she has him on the ropes. He reaches up to loosen his tie as he waits for the next cab. ] Everywhere, but I'll meet you at my place in twenty. [ It'd be closer to ten if a congressmen riding a motorcycles wasn't so frowned on. As it is, he's just hoping they don't hit traffic.]
Don't forget to bring your sketch. Wanna get it right.
[ Does she, because she seems to think it's the other way around. He's always been able to make her do the craziest things in a heartbeat — like ride the Cyclone, or launch a solo rescue mission in the heart of enemy territory despite having zero experience in fighting in a warzone — for him.
She crosses the street to hail a cab instead of walking all the way to his building, since they're now meeting at his place. She still takes her motorcycle most days, but public transit's easier sometimes. ]
I'm on my way. Good thing I've warmed up in pole dancing class.
I actually have a couple more sketches in my pad. [ Oops, secret's out? ]
[ He probably won't, and she's not going to stop him, but you can bet she's going to try to pamper him since he's been stressed and all.
Once in the cab, she takes a pic of another sketch and sends it to him. The level of detail and completeness indicate that she's sketched this beforehand. She has his back to his chest. His dress shirt is unbuttoned, his metal hand tilting her head back by the hair so he can kiss her neck. Her skirt's hitched up and his other hand's disappeared beneath it.
It's only in these kinds of sketches that she actually draws her own face, and always with an expression that the public never sees. Vulnerable, and in this particular instance, moaning in pleasure. ]
Or you could show me some of those pole moves. Cardio is cardio, right?
[ He studies the picture for a long time, always amazed at her talent and her new form of mind control. He swallows, licking his lips before glancing up at his driver in the front seat. ]
Strong lines and shading. Art in it's highest form. How long have you been holding these out on me?
Honestly? I've been sketching them here and there since after you got back, but I thought of them before. It just didn't feel right to set them to paper without knowing you felt the same. [ A long-winded way of saying she got off to fantasizing about him, and that it's started way, way before. ]
Won't be the first time. [ She lived in DC for a few years until, you know, he blew a hole in her wall trying to get to Fury. ] Besides, I pop in almost every weekend now anyway. Might as well not have to miss you during weekdays.
Good. But I was ready to spend the whole night convincing you.
You're gonna have to be extra sneaky though, Congressman Barnes. [ Please, like you're not the one who wore a bright spangly suit for years, in battle, Stephanie. ] I know there are romance novels about us and everything but I'm sure some of your constituents will be devastated.
Don't worry, now I can spend the whole night thanking you instead. And showing you a preview of my extensive art gallery. Never had to do a VIP viewing before.
Bet you never thought there could be something in it for you.
[ She sends him another photo, but this time it's a sketch of him making breakfast in her kitchen, while she's seated on the counter, wearing only his shirt. She's managed to make the scene feel very idyllic. ]
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[ He reaches up to wipe the smile from his mouth, running his eyes over the congress floor. Still uneventful.]
There's always War and Peace. Should last us a while.
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[ She doesn't reply for about ten minutes. When she does, it's to send a snap of a pencil sketch on her pad. It's a quick one, mostly just the outline and with minimal shading, but the picture is clear: he's lying flat on the bed, she's sitting on his face with her head thrown back in ecstasy, his vibranium hand is squeezing her ass.
Don't ask her how she can draw something like this so quickly. ]
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[ He texts with quick metal fingers as he passes security with a nod. ]What do you know? Early recess. Do you want to come over earlier?
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[ She can be there in about 30 seconds if she runs at full speed, but keeping a low profile means acting just like everyone else. She stashes her sketchbook and pencils into her bag, throws on a pair of sunglasses, and starts to make her way over to him in a leisurely stroll. ]
Where do you want me?
[ ... yeah, that's absolutely a double entendre. ]
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[ Yeah, she definitely knows she has him on the ropes. He reaches up to loosen his tie as he waits for the next cab. ] Everywhere, but I'll meet you at my place in twenty. [ It'd be closer to ten if a congressmen riding a motorcycles wasn't so frowned on. As it is, he's just hoping they don't hit traffic.]
Don't forget to bring your sketch. Wanna get it right.
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She crosses the street to hail a cab instead of walking all the way to his building, since they're now meeting at his place. She still takes her motorcycle most days, but public transit's easier sometimes. ]
I'm on my way. Good thing I've warmed up in pole dancing class.
I actually have a couple more sketches in my pad. [ Oops, secret's out? ]
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Oh, really? Well, having options is always good. Anything else you want to share?
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[ He probably won't, and she's not going to stop him, but you can bet she's going to try to pamper him since he's been stressed and all.
Once in the cab, she takes a pic of another sketch and sends it to him. The level of detail and completeness indicate that she's sketched this beforehand. She has his back to his chest. His dress shirt is unbuttoned, his metal hand tilting her head back by the hair so he can kiss her neck. Her skirt's hitched up and his other hand's disappeared beneath it.
It's only in these kinds of sketches that she actually draws her own face, and always with an expression that the public never sees. Vulnerable, and in this particular instance, moaning in pleasure. ]
How's that?
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[ He studies the picture for a long time, always amazed at her talent and her new form of mind control. He swallows, licking his lips before glancing up at his driver in the front seat. ]
Strong lines and shading. Art in it's highest form. How long have you been holding these out on me?
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Honestly? I've been sketching them here and there since after you got back, but I thought of them before. It just didn't feel right to set them to paper without knowing you felt the same. [ A long-winded way of saying she got off to fantasizing about him, and that it's started way, way before. ]
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Might have to get them framed. For my private collection.
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[ ... yes, she just casually suggested they move in together. ]
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Yeah, I'm not going to say no. Especially with such fine art on the line.
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You're gonna have to be extra sneaky though, Congressman Barnes. [ Please, like you're not the one who wore a bright spangly suit for years, in battle, Stephanie. ] I know there are romance novels about us and everything but I'm sure some of your constituents will be devastated.
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[ There are romance novels? Of course there is. ] They'll live. 53% of them are families, anyway.
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[ She sends him another photo, but this time it's a sketch of him making breakfast in her kitchen, while she's seated on the counter, wearing only his shirt. She's managed to make the scene feel very idyllic. ]