[ The message containing the address sparks a smirk and in turn, immediately puts him into action.
He arrives at her door some fifteen seconds later, a box balanced on top of one hand, with the most pleasant scent of cheese and meats fluttering from inside, as he knocks on her door. ]
[ To be honest, a part of her didn't believe him. So imagine her surprise that in about the span of two blinks, there's a knock at her door. She jumps in surprise before moving to open the door, pulling it open with a suspicious expression, one that disappears the moment she sees him and his pizza.]
Holy shit-- [ The door opens wider so he can come in.] You weren't kidding about the Speedy Gonzalez bit.
[ He cracks a smile and then an amused laugh. This isn't anything out of the ordinary, the disbelief about his speed, since after all, until he'd been granted the powers himself, even he would have been skeptical about the idea.
Sliding in past her, he spins the box with the tip of his fingers as he turns himself to continue facing her. ]
I do not know who that is, but I am probably faster than him too.
Racist as hell, yet still beloved, cartoon, speedy mouse? [ come on, everyone knows SG. Except him, apparently. she moves to close the door behind him and pursue the pizza and the man. ]
So I admit, I thought you might be all talk. I take it all back.
Sadly, there was too many distractions in Sokovia for cartoons. [ Like running around homeless with his sister and trying to protest against the government. Little things like that.
But he holds his smirk as she approaches. ] I'm not offended. [ He pops up the top of the box open, sausages and pepperoni decorating the still hot cheese. ] I like the challenge of proving myself.
[ Sokovia sounds like some kind of hardcore country that came of the USSR being broken up and Kenzi isn't exactly great with geography so she just nods. ]
Well, point proven. Bravo. [ She moves forward to smell the pizza.] But only half proven. Should we eat first or...?
[ With the pizza on the kitchen counter, she lets out a shaky, thrilled sort of breath as he murmurs against her ear.]
That's probably a good idea. [ Pizza can be better when it's reheated, after all. And she moves, without hesitation, to pull his body flush with her own, turning her head to kiss him properly because... why the hell not?]
[ Pietro takes in a breath just before she kisses him, his lips already moving with a preparedness to take in the kiss. Fingers brace against her neck, firmly stroking it to the nape as his thumb strolls over her cheek.
This isn't uncommon, kissing a woman he just met, but he always treats each encounter like a new one, no woman being a toss away, always taking in every breath, every touch.
The remaining hand finds her waist, rising up and down her side, tangling with the fabric of her shirt, kneading at her hips beneath it as his mouth parts, hers teased by the flick of his tongue. ]
[ Kenzi has never been one for one night stands, she usually goes after people she's had previous contact with. That doesn't mean she has hangups about this sort of thing, about casually hooking up. She's just... picky.
He pulls her close and she hums slightly against his lips, letting him deepen the kiss a moment later. Her hands stay tangled in his shirt as she starts to march them back towards her bed.]
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He arrives at her door some fifteen seconds later, a box balanced on top of one hand, with the most pleasant scent of cheese and meats fluttering from inside, as he knocks on her door. ]
Holy shit-- [ The door opens wider so he can come in.] You weren't kidding about the Speedy Gonzalez bit.
Sliding in past her, he spins the box with the tip of his fingers as he turns himself to continue facing her. ]
I do not know who that is, but I am probably faster than him too.
So I admit, I thought you might be all talk. I take it all back.
But he holds his smirk as she approaches. ] I'm not offended. [ He pops up the top of the box open, sausages and pepperoni decorating the still hot cheese. ] I like the challenge of proving myself.
Well, point proven. Bravo. [ She moves forward to smell the pizza.] But only half proven. Should we eat first or...?
Well, you did say you liked pizza in bed. [ Leaning in, his lips hover at her ear: ] So should I put you to bed first?
That's probably a good idea. [ Pizza can be better when it's reheated, after all. And she moves, without hesitation, to pull his body flush with her own, turning her head to kiss him properly because... why the hell not?]
This isn't uncommon, kissing a woman he just met, but he always treats each encounter like a new one, no woman being a toss away, always taking in every breath, every touch.
The remaining hand finds her waist, rising up and down her side, tangling with the fabric of her shirt, kneading at her hips beneath it as his mouth parts, hers teased by the flick of his tongue. ]
He pulls her close and she hums slightly against his lips, letting him deepen the kiss a moment later. Her hands stay tangled in his shirt as she starts to march them back towards her bed.]