[It isn't like Rumlow can't see the kiss coming from a mile away, the way Jefferson's hand comes for his face. He should stop him, and should is the imperative word here. Except that same feeling from before, the rumbling, growling sensation that resonates inside, surges up. Makes him kiss back, pushes that self-control into a corner so he can lick his way into Jefferson's mouth. Those fingers in his hair make a good case for getting rougher, Rumlow's hand taking a grip on the lapel of Jefferson's coat, keeping him here.
It feels like it goes on for a hot minute before Rumlow realizes something is off. He cracks an eye open and stops mid-kiss to see his wife sitting pretty right across from them. Busted.
Except, Kenzi doesn't seem particularly bothered at all. If anything, she looks amused. He pulls back enough from Jefferson to let the guy breathe, glancing between the two. Oh. She knows him. Wait, of course she knows him -- he's the guy from the tea shop she likes.]
You don't seem too upset.
[Maybe not the best opener, but he's caught a little off guard by her attitude. Is his wife actually this cool?]
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It feels like it goes on for a hot minute before Rumlow realizes something is off. He cracks an eye open and stops mid-kiss to see his wife sitting pretty right across from them. Busted.
Except, Kenzi doesn't seem particularly bothered at all. If anything, she looks amused. He pulls back enough from Jefferson to let the guy breathe, glancing between the two. Oh. She knows him. Wait, of course she knows him -- he's the guy from the tea shop she likes.]
You don't seem too upset.
[Maybe not the best opener, but he's caught a little off guard by her attitude. Is his wife actually this cool?]