forum Tied by a String (Private RP with Thighhigh)(Stalkers welcome)

Started May 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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He couldn't help but laugh. "I'm just messing with you, Ms. Stark," Klaus said, his smile growing even further. "But I appreciate the compliment."

Peggy wrinkled her nose at him, still refusing to talk. Her cheeks were bright red at this point, and she refused to meet his eyes.

"Are you really that shy?" he asked, gently lifting her chin with his right hand.

(Imao, should they kiss right here)

((I mean…..))

"I'm not shy, I just have chronic foot in mouth disease, which is ironic considering my mother Pepper fucking Potts, but-" She cut off with a wince, her gaze still shifty. "Sorry. Rambling."

(You mean…..?)
"It isn't a big deal," he said, pulling his hand back. "You say this type of stuff with everyone else. Why is it so awkward with me?"

((We could?))

"It's different with you." She said, shaking her head. She gestured with her good arm to emphasize, releasing him from the hug despite staying leaned up against him. "Because you're you, not everyone else."

"How am I different?" he asked, tilting his head. "I'm no better than any of the other people you undoubtedly flirt with on the regular."

"You're infinitely better though!" She said, shaking her head. "And I'm not exactly sure why, but it might have something to do with your stupid smile." She huffed, reaching up to poke at the corner of his mouth as she scowled. "And the way your laugh makes me feel funny, and you cuddle with me, for god's sake."

"Okay, we've done this once," he said, puling his head back to keep her from touching it. "It's not like we do this 24/7."

"That's already more times than I've ever cuddled with anyone before." She said, slouching back down to look over at the table she'd been working at.

"I find that a bit hard to believe," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Believe it. What, you think people are just dying to cuddle with the daughter of one of the world's best heroes?" She made a face, crossing her good arm over her chest.

"I mean, yeah." he pulled a face back. "What's so wrong about that?"

"Dude, making friends is hard as fuck. And none of them are exactly cuddle material. This is just weird for me." She said, sticking her tongue out at nothing in particular.

"If it's so weird," he said, beginning to pull away again, "I'll just leave. How 'bout that?"

She huffed, shifting to flop down across his lap and glare up at him. "I said it's weird, not that I want you to leave."

He laughed again, letting his head fall back as he did so. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

She stuck her tongue out at him, shifting to throw her legs over the arm rest, but keeping her head in his lap. "Maybe."

He draped his free arm over her stomach as he smiled down at her, asking in a joking manner, "Enjoying the view of my double chin?"

"Yup. I think it's adorable." She shot back with a smile. She reached for the hand of the arm on her stomach, fiddling with his fingers.

"How's your arm feeling?" he asked, studying the various bruises and welts on her right arm. "It looks a bit rough."

"Hurts like hell." She said, looking unconcerned. "Not my worst injury, to be honest. I just hope it cleans up alright."

"It'll just make you look even more metal if it doesn't," he pointed out, gently rubbing his hand in small circles on her stomach.

She snorted, nodding. "I guess it does, huh? You think those claw marks'll scar?"

He didn't hear her, already musing on his previous statement. "Wait, it's kinda hard to be more metal that a woman with a metal suit. That was a stupid thing to say."