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@ant3nnaes i'd like you to be a little clingy, i think. rather than floating everywhere else.

[ً @sizealtr]

@godrotss no, not really. i just don't know you.

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes "you're 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. i'm not going to fight anyone over this anymore. i mean it." he hisses into her cheek.

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes ripping and tearing while his lips go for hers, or her chin, or jaw— wherever they can touch. close enough is fine.

frantically breathing as though he's shocked with himself but going with it all the same. forcing his weight down on her and tearing off her clothes.

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[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes and then those big eyes at this angle. the tension. the heat rising in the little space.

without another word he dives down onto her, pinning her on the carpet. his lips are forced on hers, smacking with need. like an animal possessed; he's just going to have to 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵．

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes his brain says condescension but his heart pangs with guilt... or something. he's not good at sorting what's what.

hank just stares down at her, like a giant between her and the door. it feels oddly empowering to do so, even without the suit.

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[ً @sizealtr]

@godrotss i could say the same about him, and everyone else seems to feel the same way. but i try not to judge.

[ً @sizealtr]

@godrotss i have. i thought you were familiar.

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes i spend so much time in the lab because you spend so much time elsewhere. and philanthropy isn't a job— that's just writing a check.

you like to party. you're younger. that's fine and i get that. but don't act like i'm starving you for sex or anything.

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes sure, jan.

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes that's work.

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes that's what i'm trying to figure out, janet. it shouldn't be this hard for me to get some time away and alone with my wife?

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes you know what? yeah. i did.

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@ant3nnaes "there it is again. you keep making it about the children, or anxiety, or alcohol. but it's not just those things. you're deflecting. and would you—"

he lurches forth to snatch the other boot away. "would you stop doing that when i'm speaking to you? are you even listening?"

[ً @sizealtr]

@ant3nnaes it's like sand slipping through his fingers and instead of letting go he keeps trying to clutch, harder and harder until his fingernails are digging into his own skin.

he hates watching her get ready. like nothing he's saying matters and she's made up her mind entirely.

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