[ working shows that mostly ran at night leave henley with a fair amount of free time during the day. usually she's productive - doing chores, running errands, practicing routines - but since meeting scott she makes a fair amount of that time for him. for both of them, really.
and sure, she feels bad about pulling scott away from his work so often, but he never protests all that much so it's hard not to try it again. i'll be better after this, she thinks. she's not sure if she really believes herself, though.
she had spent the morning lounging around the flat in one of scott's t-shirts, and she's still wearing it when she hears scott at the door. she's already in the bedroom so she slides over the covers of the bed and lies down in wait for him.
she chuckles at the greeting that is just scott in every way. still smiling, she calls back.]
( scott likes being called darling. likely it's the inner cheese in him, but ask him if he cares. the only thing that matters right now is getting to henley, which he does in a quick walk that's pretty much the lazy scott lang equivalent of a run.
and when he sees her, his body in the doorway and his eyes bright with excitement, his face splits into a grin before he can help it. )
Darling, huh? ( it's the first thing he says before sliding over, knee settling on the bed so he can bend over and kiss the tip of henley's nose. ) Sweet name coming from such a sweetheart.
[ she's smiling brighter with every second. just seeing how excited scott is to see her lights her up. it's one thing to have an audience excited to see your show. it's a completely different thing to have one person to see only you.
she tilts her face up to look at him as he leans in close. one hand raises up to cup the side of his face. her nose scrunches slightly as he kisses her there, and yes, of course it's adorable. ]
I was appealing to your deep, dark secret love of cheese.
[ she'll always play along if it makes him happy like this. she leans up and kisses him, soft and sweet on the lips. ]
I think you forget that I'm completely smitten with you sometimes. ( he likes this--this ability to come home to someone. sometimes the roles are reversed; sometimes henley comes home to him. but the experience is good no matter how it happens. henley's lips feel incredible no matter how scott gets them on his own. their noses touch again if only because he can't resist nuzzling hers. Like, absolutely. ) Good time is the norm, Hen. That's the kinda guy I am.
( he's in a considerably precarious position in terms of hovering, so he let's himself settle on his side by henley's body instead, a hand comfortably (and maybe a little possessively, not that he'll ever admit that) resting on her hip. )
Is that my shirt you're wearing? ( of course it is. it's old and loose over her and scott is so fucking weak. ) Are you really going to do this to me, today?
[ when he falls to her side she immediately snuggles up close to him. she nuzzles her nose up against his chest and laughs, soft and warm. it's great to have something so normal in her life. the horsemen had been years of her life. it had all been worth the work they did, and the opportunities it had afforded she would never pass up - but lying there with scott who she absolutely adores, it's exactly what she needs.
she peeks down at the shirt, as if she isn't already fully aware that she's wearing one of scott's shirts. ]
Am I?
[ she looks back up at his face, appearing all wide-eyed and innocent. yes, she knew exactly what strings to pull here. ]
Do you want it back? I could always take it off...
Ohhh, no, don't you give me that. ( except scott loves when henley gives him that. likely this speaks of some masochistic tendencies he'd rather not bring up at dinner tables with his jewish parents, but that matters little in comparison to the look henley gives him.
the look that makes it hard for him to do anything else but kiss the edge of one of those pretty, pretty eyes. he kisses henley's temple too, murmuring softly into it. ) How perverted do I sound when I say I like how it hangs off your shoulder like that?
( calloused fingers move, brushing over bare flesh: henley's neck, the curve of her shoulder. scott's finger hooks into the edge of the shirt collar where it's just barely holding on, gently tucking it back up. )
I know you can't tell because I'm incredible at staying cool, but you're killing me, Hen.
[ her laughter settles down and for a moment all she does is breathe gently, and absorb the sensation of scott's adoring kisses and gentle touch. every movement she commits to memory.
she knows that she's driving him crazy, but that's half to fun. not to mention that his reactions only fuels her own mounting excitement. it's a cycle that she's terribly fond of. ]
Well. We can't have that now, can we?
[ she smiles as her fingers wander to play with the collar of the shirt that he was currently wearing. ] I'm pretty fond of you being alive, after all. [ she tugs ever so slightly then, bringing his lips back to hers in a more heated kiss. it's a kiss that's hot and needy - telling scott without words that she is more that ready for him. ]
( oh--oh, oh. okay. yeah. scott can definitely do this. there's something incredibly attractive about henley's fingers being curled into his collar like that, and honestly, if she teased him about the little noise he just made into her mouth, he wouldn't even fight it. )
It--uh, it isn't obvious. ( his words are muffled a little, muted around the sounds of their lips kissing, touching, sucking. scott's hand wanders back down over henley's side, over her hip and to her thigh. this he lifts to hook a leg over himself, his free hand cupping her face all the while.
some manoeuvring has henley's back touching the mattress, scott's body between her legs, and still he kisses her: tasting her, having her, loving her.
the ends of his front teeth brush her lower lip, words low and rumbling. ) With all the things you keep doing, I'd think you preferred me dead.
[ her smile now is all intention now, her brows raising high. she pulls her lips away from him, though the pressure of his teeth is awfully tempting. she lowers her lips and trails kisses along scott's jawline - the stubble there scratching in a perfectly delightful way.
from their new position it's obvious that scott is more than willing as she feels a distinct hardness against her thigh. the feeling of it sends a shiver down her spine, but she continues along just the same.
her kisses dip lower to his neck where she takes her time, lingering at a spot she knows is particularly sensitive. she kisses there, then sucks gently. her hands, meanwhile, are lower now too. they're fiddling with any buttons they come across, unfastening them swiftly. ]
Aha--ah-- ( scott's not good at being quiet, but he supposes this is more to henley's favour than not. one forearm remains pressed to the mattress, keeping him upright as his head cants to the side in quiet offering.
needless to say, he melts into her kisses; they're always so nice after a day spent working, so soft (like her), so warm (like her), so sweet in the way he can feel henley's smile written in his skin with every touch of her lips. ) H-Hey, what're you--
( his shirt is hanging open now, and when he manages enough brain power to look down at henley and her pleased expression, his hand brushes through her hair, over the curve of her skull and the side of her face and down to brush his thumb over her chin.
scott's jeans are certainly a little tighter now. )
[ of course the sounds scott makes only spur henley on. she loves the way he doesn't hold back when she does something he likes. some guys were all force and grunts, but scott seems to carry a whole array of sounds, and henley wants to hear them all.
she shivers as his hand traces around her head. there's a spot at the back of her neck, behind her hair, that drives her mad when it's touched, and scott just barely brushes it, sending a soft jolt through her.
it doesn't deter her from her goal, however. when he looks at her she just keeps on smiling, as if she has some great secret to share. ]
Exactly where you think I'm going.
[ her fingers curl around the hem of his pants at the sides, and teasingly moves them towards the front center. ]
I would rather you, uh-- ( what is it about seeing the graceful lines of henley's hands so close to his... okay, junk. but it doesn't change the fact that his heart flutters. ) ... yeah, okay, you can do what you're doing.
( not that anything he might've said could've deterred henley in any drastic ways. she's got that look in her eyes that tells him she's going to get what she wants no matter the circumstances, and quite frankly scott finds that ridiculously attractive about her.
so much so that it doesn't take any coaxing at all to get him to lift his hips when he inevitably has to. )
There's something incredibly sexy about you planning to do all these horrible things to me while wearing my shirt, did you know that? ( there's also something incredibly sexy about how warm her breath is on his neck, and he dips his head just enough to press a kiss to the beauty of henley's mouth, tongue tasting her lower lip before he grins at her. ) I'm all for it.
[ henley doesn't expect scott to put up much of a fight, but it's always fun to see how flustered he gets at the start of things. she loves that, actually. nothing ever seems old hat with him. every time is interesting and new.
she pauses her hands as he kisses her, and just enjoys the sensation of it. she's eager to get things going with him, but it's impossible to ignore the sweet slowness of the moment. when their lips part she traces the lines of scott's lips before dipping her head low again. ]
I'll have to remember that. Note to self: wearing his shirts turns Scott on.
[ she grins against his skin where she's kissing him along the collar bone. when her hands finally undo the front of his pants she starts starts shifting them downward. ]
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and sure, she feels bad about pulling scott away from his work so often, but he never protests all that much so it's hard not to try it again. i'll be better after this, she thinks. she's not sure if she really believes herself, though.
she had spent the morning lounging around the flat in one of scott's t-shirts, and she's still wearing it when she hears scott at the door. she's already in the bedroom so she slides over the covers of the bed and lies down in wait for him.
she chuckles at the greeting that is just scott in every way. still smiling, she calls back.]
In here, Darling!
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and when he sees her, his body in the doorway and his eyes bright with excitement, his face splits into a grin before he can help it. )
Darling, huh? ( it's the first thing he says before sliding over, knee settling on the bed so he can bend over and kiss the tip of henley's nose. ) Sweet name coming from such a sweetheart.
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she tilts her face up to look at him as he leans in close. one hand raises up to cup the side of his face. her nose scrunches slightly as he kisses her there, and yes, of course it's adorable. ]
I was appealing to your deep, dark secret love of cheese.
[ she'll always play along if it makes him happy like this. she leans up and kisses him, soft and sweet on the lips. ]
You made good time.
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( he's in a considerably precarious position in terms of hovering, so he let's himself settle on his side by henley's body instead, a hand comfortably (and maybe a little possessively, not that he'll ever admit that) resting on her hip. )
Is that my shirt you're wearing? ( of course it is. it's old and loose over her and scott is so fucking weak. ) Are you really going to do this to me, today?
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she peeks down at the shirt, as if she isn't already fully aware that she's wearing one of scott's shirts. ]
Am I?
[ she looks back up at his face, appearing all wide-eyed and innocent. yes, she knew exactly what strings to pull here. ]
Do you want it back? I could always take it off...
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the look that makes it hard for him to do anything else but kiss the edge of one of those pretty, pretty eyes. he kisses henley's temple too, murmuring softly into it. ) How perverted do I sound when I say I like how it hangs off your shoulder like that?
( calloused fingers move, brushing over bare flesh: henley's neck, the curve of her shoulder. scott's finger hooks into the edge of the shirt collar where it's just barely holding on, gently tucking it back up. )
I know you can't tell because I'm incredible at staying cool, but you're killing me, Hen.
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she knows that she's driving him crazy, but that's half to fun. not to mention that his reactions only fuels her own mounting excitement. it's a cycle that she's terribly fond of. ]
Well. We can't have that now, can we?
[ she smiles as her fingers wander to play with the collar of the shirt that he was currently wearing. ] I'm pretty fond of you being alive, after all. [ she tugs ever so slightly then, bringing his lips back to hers in a more heated kiss. it's a kiss that's hot and needy - telling scott without words that she is more that ready for him. ]
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It--uh, it isn't obvious. ( his words are muffled a little, muted around the sounds of their lips kissing, touching, sucking. scott's hand wanders back down over henley's side, over her hip and to her thigh. this he lifts to hook a leg over himself, his free hand cupping her face all the while.
some manoeuvring has henley's back touching the mattress, scott's body between her legs, and still he kisses her: tasting her, having her, loving her.
the ends of his front teeth brush her lower lip, words low and rumbling. ) With all the things you keep doing, I'd think you preferred me dead.
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[ her smile now is all intention now, her brows raising high. she pulls her lips away from him, though the pressure of his teeth is awfully tempting. she lowers her lips and trails kisses along scott's jawline - the stubble there scratching in a perfectly delightful way.
from their new position it's obvious that scott is more than willing as she feels a distinct hardness against her thigh. the feeling of it sends a shiver down her spine, but she continues along just the same.
her kisses dip lower to his neck where she takes her time, lingering at a spot she knows is particularly sensitive. she kisses there, then sucks gently. her hands, meanwhile, are lower now too. they're fiddling with any buttons they come across, unfastening them swiftly. ]
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needless to say, he melts into her kisses; they're always so nice after a day spent working, so soft (like her), so warm (like her), so sweet in the way he can feel henley's smile written in his skin with every touch of her lips. ) H-Hey, what're you--
( his shirt is hanging open now, and when he manages enough brain power to look down at henley and her pleased expression, his hand brushes through her hair, over the curve of her skull and the side of her face and down to brush his thumb over her chin.
scott's jeans are certainly a little tighter now. )
... where do you think you're going?
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she shivers as his hand traces around her head. there's a spot at the back of her neck, behind her hair, that drives her mad when it's touched, and scott just barely brushes it, sending a soft jolt through her.
it doesn't deter her from her goal, however. when he looks at her she just keeps on smiling, as if she has some great secret to share. ]
Exactly where you think I'm going.
[ her fingers curl around the hem of his pants at the sides, and teasingly moves them towards the front center. ]
Or would you rather I not?
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( not that anything he might've said could've deterred henley in any drastic ways. she's got that look in her eyes that tells him she's going to get what she wants no matter the circumstances, and quite frankly scott finds that ridiculously attractive about her.
so much so that it doesn't take any coaxing at all to get him to lift his hips when he inevitably has to. )
There's something incredibly sexy about you planning to do all these horrible things to me while wearing my shirt, did you know that? ( there's also something incredibly sexy about how warm her breath is on his neck, and he dips his head just enough to press a kiss to the beauty of henley's mouth, tongue tasting her lower lip before he grins at her. ) I'm all for it.
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she pauses her hands as he kisses her, and just enjoys the sensation of it. she's eager to get things going with him, but it's impossible to ignore the sweet slowness of the moment. when their lips part she traces the lines of scott's lips before dipping her head low again. ]
I'll have to remember that. Note to self: wearing his shirts turns Scott on.
[ she grins against his skin where she's kissing him along the collar bone. when her hands finally undo the front of his pants she starts starts shifting them downward. ]
A little help?