Re: Natasha Romanoff | MCU | Het (unless you're one of two established femmes)sexxx_violenceSeptember 4 2012, 06:20:03 UTC
[So -- yay/nay/what the hell, your call, but somebody's randomly talkative]
Az laughed, his tongue stealing out to play with the edges of his teeth as he looked up at her, one eyebrow cocked arrogantly from behind his dark sunglasses. "Well fuck me upside-down and right-side up, baby," he drawls, lighting a cigarette as he shifts absently in his chair. He breathes out the smoke, sending it dancing in little rings up the ceiling of the so-named "interrogation" room in SHIELD headquarters. "I don't know whether I should hope you're the good cop so I can have you bat your eyelashes at me, or if I should hope you're the bad cop so you can smack me around a little bit."
He taps some ash out into an ashtray that materializes out of nowhere on the table in front of him. "Now, that's a fucking lie. I know I want you to be the bad cop. The worst cop. The kind of cop that shuts off the little camera in the corner before taking care of business. Go on then, baby. Shut it off and come on over here and get me talking." His smile's
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(hee, i can roll with it. it's certainly going to be interesting mmhmm. clearly someone doesn't want loki getting all the attention.)
Natasha just stayed where she was and stared down at him. Her arms crossed under her chest and her jaw tight as she studied the hell god quietly. What was it with gods and running their mouths off? Although this one was leaning more towards flirting than just telling her how she might die, or how many sins she'd committed. That was refreshing at least.
A deep breath, and for another few moments she just stood there impassive. She wasn't rising to the bait just yet. She wasn't letting him know if she would be good cop, bad cop, or worse cop. Not until she finally moved to the corner of the room and disconnected the camera.
When she returned she slid into the empty seat across from her 'captive' and arched her eyebrow. "I am the worst cop you could possibly imagine, but why would you want me to make you talk? Why should I do what you want
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[ooc: He does not. Nor do any of them appreciate my grad classes getting so much attention :( But Az especially, he's a princess precious pants in that regard]When you're a god, why wouldn't you run off at the mouth? It's one of the perks. One that Az particularly enjoyed. It's not his favourite, though. He'd run off at the mouth no matter what he was -- Az is a wordy motherfucker by nature. So no, not that one. Some of the little tricks he can do, the way he can make his powers dance over bare skin, bringing pain and pleasure to the body with a thought; yeah, if pressed, that would probably have to be right up there. At least top three, if not all by its lonesome on the podium. There were, after all, so many things about being Azrael that were awesome that he found it hard to pick a blue-ribbon winner sometimes
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(ooc: LOL, no I won't be able to think of him without it being followed by princess precious pants. Me and mine miss you and yours but the study is important <3)He really did run off at the mouth. Natasha sat there and listened. Sat there and tried to hold his gaze through his glasses, but she had to admit that staring into sunglasses always did put her off. It was harder to read a person without seeing their eyes. Probably a designed move on his part. Clever
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Az laughed, his tongue stealing out to play with the edges of his teeth as he looked up at her, one eyebrow cocked arrogantly from behind his dark sunglasses. "Well fuck me upside-down and right-side up, baby," he drawls, lighting a cigarette as he shifts absently in his chair. He breathes out the smoke, sending it dancing in little rings up the ceiling of the so-named "interrogation" room in SHIELD headquarters. "I don't know whether I should hope you're the good cop so I can have you bat your eyelashes at me, or if I should hope you're the bad cop so you can smack me around a little bit."
He taps some ash out into an ashtray that materializes out of nowhere on the table in front of him. "Now, that's a fucking lie. I know I want you to be the bad cop. The worst cop. The kind of cop that shuts off the little camera in the corner before taking care of business. Go on then, baby. Shut it off and come on over here and get me talking." His smile's ( ... )
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Natasha just stayed where she was and stared down at him. Her arms crossed under her chest and her jaw tight as she studied the hell god quietly. What was it with gods and running their mouths off? Although this one was leaning more towards flirting than just telling her how she might die, or how many sins she'd committed. That was refreshing at least.
A deep breath, and for another few moments she just stood there impassive. She wasn't rising to the bait just yet. She wasn't letting him know if she would be good cop, bad cop, or worse cop. Not until she finally moved to the corner of the room and disconnected the camera.
When she returned she slid into the empty seat across from her 'captive' and arched her eyebrow. "I am the worst cop you could possibly imagine, but why would you want me to make you talk? Why should I do what you want ( ... )
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