Open RP Post!

[krasnaya_vdova]

• Leave me a starter, an idea, a picture, whatever you like! Give me as much or as little detail as you like and I'll work something out!
• No brainwashing or related themes without prior discussion, but otherwise have at! I can work her into any canonpoint.
• M/F for shipping, open to anything for friendship.
• Open to anyone, whether or not we've played before, crosscanon, whatever. Give me things!
• Open to smut, but if you're gonna have sexy references in the top level label the subject line pls.
• Hit me up on Plurk (natalia_vdova) or Dicord (natalia_vdova#0150) or PM if you want to plot something.

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[ukase]

[If she was here, it meant that she had no intention of leaving until he had caught her or she had had her fun forcing him to chase her very faint scent about the place until she was ready to reveal herself. Either option was equally as exciting as it was frustrating, knowing she was here and purposefully teasing him as she was. It was the game that they played, and it didn't happen nearly often enough for his liking as it was. He honestly would prefer to spend more time with her, but it wasn't HYDRA's plan and they were weapons of HYDRA.

Maybe it would have been better if he took more risks to see her, but he had seen that backfire with other alpha-omega bonds brought together under HYDRA. Ask for too much, and it could instead be taken away. He had watched one alpha waste away to madness for long term separation because of expressing too much neediness.

That might have been why he chased her scent now, letting it fill his lungs in little puffs where he could catch them. He was more attuned to her scent than anyone else; he could pick her scent out in a crown, would know her voice instantly when he heard it, could pick her out of a flash mob. No matter what she looked like, he would always know her. So he chased now because these opportunities were rare and having her scent in his nose, filling his brain set of fireworks through the bond, reawakening it.

His ears prick at the whisper in the dark, and his rumbling grew momentarily louder. He picked up his steps, covering more ground as he went in a more daring search for her, reaching out into the shadows to see if he could touch her as he passed by, aware she could stand perfectly still and he might walk right by and not even know it.]

You just like playin' the game... I'm going to rub myself all over you when I find you.

[The broken toothbrush was if she came at him, aware that she could. He survived massive amounts of damage, but only she was one where he liked it. He began his complete systematic search of his apartment, even opening closets and closing them again after checking she wasn't there. The bedroom then the bathroom, but never did he turn on a light. He wanted to encounter her in the dark, drinking in the little whispers of her scent.]

Come on, doll... where are you?

[krasnaya_vdova]

[She enjoyed being around him. She knew it was risky breaking out to come see him, but between the two of them it was safer for her. They had standards that they held him to, Ava had more rope to hang herself with. But since she never really ran, she always turned up in the morning, having done nothing worse than spend the night with Rumlow, his scent on her skin. If anything, she was better behaved for a while afterwards. For them to officially be posted of missions together was still rare, though she was still trying to arrange for being put with his unit.

She was careful with what she asked for. Don't push too hard, don't demand too passionately, or they'd take all hope away just to watch you wither. But Ava and Rumlow were both survivors, which meant she didn't have to be afraid for him. Whatever happened, they'd manage.

He chases her and she leads him on, and she loves the thrill of it, moving in the darkness. It was easier to obscure herself in the shadows than anywhere else. He knew her no matter how she might try to hide, no matter the color of her hair or how she pitched her voice, even if she tried to hide her scent, she could never be someone else to him. Useful to HYDRA no doubt, should she ever try to run. But it meant that these little games were ones they could only play in the dark. Being close like this made their bond feel like an almost tangible thing.

That rumbling sound catches her still, makes her want to press her face to his bare chest so she can feel it against her skin. So she can breathe him in. But he pursues and she pulls back just in time, leading him on. His hands finding air, for the time being at least. She smiles at his words, though. Because oh, that's a promise, one she'd be disappointed if he didn't follow through on. Because he's right, of course- she likes the game, but not so much that she doesn't want it to end.

Tonight, though, she craves contact. It's a shiver in her body, and so this game of hide and seek can only last so long. So she changes the rules, shifts what she's after to something that allows her to put her hands on him. It takes some effort, laying the trail of her scent carefully to give her a moment to sneak up behind him, using the hallway so she can push herself up high enough to flick her tongue against the back of his neck--]

Right here.

[Her voice is a low murmur, a touch of heat that mirrors her blue eyes glinting in the dark. And then she shoves him into the wall. But she knows he can keep up here, too.]

[ukase]

[Rumlow knew that she was close, just out of his reach as he moved through the apartment in search of her. She wouldn't officially hide from him but dance about him and lead him to wherever she wanted to put him. In the shadows, she had the advantage, but when it came to skilled unified violence, he took the cake. Their rough edges complimented each other, and it somehow always came down to something like this, a dance and a chase that was as thrilling as it was frustrating. His instincts were on high alert after all, like this was some serious mission that was life or death.

He knew that the sounds that he made would affect her. They always did, regardless of the fact that she might never admit it outloud. The fact was that he knew it hurried her along the game sometimes, pushed her to revealing herself earlier than she might if he simply sniffed around. He let his voice lure her, the sounds of his chest calling to her instincts and the bond that united them. It was supposed to only have been made for control, a tether to her, but it was something more for those like them. HYDRA's assets.

He moved carefully from the bathroom back down the hallway, sniffing for signs of her passage and ears pricked for any sound that she might make in return. He followed the trail left for him, blind and willing to go where she was putting him, aware in contest of strength, he could outmatch her, if briefly. It wasn't necessary, of course, not when she came up right behind him and he felt the flick of her wet tongue on the back of his neck.

It was only battle-hardened reflexes that kept him from lashing out with his broken toothbrush. He turned his head sharply, enough to catch the flash of her blue eyes before she shoved him hard into the wall, his hands catching him and the towel hanging over one shoulder falling to the floor.

His hand snapped back to snatch at one of her wrists, hoping to snare her so he can simply throw her into the wall opposite.]

Right where we both know we want to be.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[She knew there was a risk to it, that the broken toothbrush in his fingers could end up in her skin if she wasn't careful. But the risk is part of the fun, and the occasional flash of scarlet was never really that off-putting to people like them. But it's not that make-shift weapon that he lashed out with, but his hand, grabbing her by the wrist as she pushes him into the wall, and then he tosses her into the one opposite. Something about the way his rough fingers feel against her skin, something about the struggle. She gasps as she hits, almost a guttural sort of laugh at his words.

He's not wrong; they both know that he's not wrong. It's easier to not talk about it when their freedom is so limited, but it doesn't mean that it's not true.

The hallway is narrow and so she kicks at him; barefoot, but she's in a mood tonight and she wants to push as much as she wants to touch. Conflict, fighting achieves that. He's right about that growl in his chest drawing her in, but it doesn't necessarily release the tension, just makes it so when she finally lets him catch her, she's still sharp edges and push and muted violence. When they're in his place and not an actual practice room, she doesn't hit quite as hard, not wanting to draw too much attention to these little excursions of hers, even if she's sure they're tracking her, that HYDRA knows exactly where she is.

She needs to burn it off before she can pull him against her. And there's something about his scent like this, when they're grappling in the dark. She has to bite her lip, a low hum at the scent of him.]

Maybe. Does it matter?

[ukase]

[There were only so many excuses that he could give for having to have his apartment walls repaired and the furniture replaced, but he had no shame for making those requests either. Unlike some of the other pair off, he considered what he had with Ava to be stable and healthy. They never tried to actually kill each other, unlike a few of the other forced bonded pairs that had been ill-matched together. Theirs was a relationship of give and take, of play and teasing.

Her foot impacted with his thigh, which he turned aside from to keep his balance. Leaning on the wall, he set elbows and launched himself off of it after her, using his wider reach to try to grab her shoulders so slam her against the wall again. He understood her need, smelling it all around her. His foot moved to sweep her legs, or at least put her off balance where he could force her to the floor.

When was the last time they had ended up down there, thrashing, rolling, hissing and pounding on each other? The hallway had limited space so they couldn't do too much damage, but there was a decided thrill in it.]

No. You're mine anywhere we play.

[krasnaya_vdova]

[Ava was aware enough of property damage to try and avoid pushing it too far, but some mild damage to walls, or a broken chair or table, was more or less par for the course. Maybe a little awkward here and there, but nothing she thought that he couldn't handle. She knew she had it better than a lot of the others, when it came to Rumlow. She honestly liked him, and she might not have much contact with the others, but she was a spy, and there were whispers. She knew enough to realize that she could have ended up a lot worse off. And having been Red Room for her early years, she had an idea of just what that worse could look like.

This was easy, the combat was fun, playful, a thrill. Even as they pushed each other, she knew he wouldn't really try and hurt her and she was sure that he knew that she didn't really want to. He was stronger than her, when it came right down to it. Not by too much, and she was faster, more agile, but in a real fight, desperation and marrow, they'd tear each other apart. But they never did, not really. Cuts and bruises were always just at the surface.

He slams her back to the wall and she gasps, his hands on her smaller shoulders. Her fingers grabbing at one of his shoulders for leverage, while she uses the close quarters to try and catch him with her elbow. He goes to sweep her legs out from under her and she catches herself, but has to lean into him, her weight into his body to compensate. Her heart races and she smiles in the dark, a huff of breath that's almost laughter.]

You gonna prove it?

[Egging him on might not be the smart thing, but she's in a mood. And it's a good thing they're fighting because it gives her an excuse to shove back against his chest for asserting that sense of ownership. With Rumlow it's honestly something acceptable, occasionally something a little reassuring. He belongs to her, too. Give and take. But at the moment, she's still going to hit him for the arrogance -- even if she likes it.]