harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

Better intentions than the big sciencey corporation in my world. Oscorp, it's- [ her eyes widen and she shakes her head a little bit, finally standing up straight again, even if she keeps her hands on his shoulders. she's not even actively making a point to be touchy or handsy, she's just- comfortable with him. she'll clue into it later, maybe. ]

They're the reason behind most of the crime and corruption in my city, but they never take responsibility, never face the consequences. They get away with murder, sometimes literally. [ she huffs, and she doesn't mean to be fidgeting or poking him with her hands on his shoulders, but her fingers are drumming a bit, as always. she doesn't notice it anymore. ] I get that people make mistakes, but they seem to hold the record for using that excuse every time something goes wrong.

[ .... but she's ranting now, so. maybe she'll stop. ]

But you're not like Norman Osborn. At all. Maybe that's the difference. I don't know the first thing about running a big lab, but it's pretty easy to see that it depends on the type of person running the show to determine if they're going to stand for something terrible or great. When it stops being about helping people and starts being about money and power.

[ there's a long pause, then- ]

People suck, sometimes. [ her thumb taps his shoulder a little more deliberately now, like she's finally zoning back into the actual moment and not where her brain went, jeeze ] You'll figure it out though, I know it. And when you do, maybe you can stop by my world and run Oscorp out of business. That'd be nice.

Edited 2016-05-16 01:12 (UTC)

[She makes good background noise—which is a compliment—and he lets her voice wash over him, leaning into the hands on her shoulders as he picks up a pen and equations begin growing across the pad of paper. But as she straightens, and her voice gets a little more heated, he pauses, sets the pen down, tips his head to listen.

There had been a time when he hadn't stood for very much to be proud of. He doesn't know how long that would have gone on, if Zoom hadn't violently altered his world. But he'd never been about money or power. Not really.

But this Norman Osborn sounds like someone he wouldn't mind running out of business, if that was the kind of thing he did.

He turns on the stool, reaching up to catch at one of the hands that's been thrumming against his shoulders, looking up at her, and he wants to tug her down into his lap, but he doesn't. And it's fairly clear that wants to, but he doesn't...know...where they stand. So he doesn't.]

I might. Does your world need STAR Labs?

We might.

[ she lets him catch her hand, even lets her fingers lace loosely with his, not like it's automatic or anything, but because it's more comfortable than anything else. she doesn't make any moves herself just yet, more curious to see what he'll do.

and it's definitely interesting to see something like hesitation in Harrison Wells' movements. ]

I wouldn't hate having a team to help me with stuff the way Barry does. But Spider-Woman's not like the Flash, not when it comes to public image. There's no Spider-Woman Day or anything like that. [ she smirks ] Would the founder of STAR Labs help a hero like that fix her reputation?

Well. I know a little something about public perception.

[Again, he almost tugs her closer, but instead he just brushes his lips against the back of her hand and turns back to the work. He's starting to get the hang of how this is constructed, the way it might generate fluctuations that open portals, and it's a tidy piece of equipment.

Which only makes him want to replicate it, but he isn't entirely sure he can do that with the equipment he has here. At home, in his STAR Labs, maybe...

He's lost in it again already, sketching an exploded diagram of the device, using shorthand to label the parts, jotting notes beneath all of them, before he begins replacing the external plates. That goes much more quickly, and it isn't long before her portal watch is back, good as new.]

That. Is an interesting piece of equipment you have, Ms. Stacy.

[ EHEH it's good that he turns around after kissing her knuckles because she all but bites her fist a la Cisco Ramon because eheh, hehhhh. it just makes her feel silly and girlish and she's trying to be cool here, okay. but he's back to tinkering and she watches him because it's impossible not to, keeping her hands to herself this time because she's maybe pacing around a little bit too. antsy, in a way, but mostly just impatient for something she's not going to put a name on right now.

... no, not sex, she's not jonesing right now. she's not sure why she's feeling antsy.

maybe she just missed hanging out with him and wants to tell him so.

ahahahaha, no, no not that. ]

Well, if I talk to the guy that made it ever again, I'll give him your compliments. Oh- [ but that just reminds her she has some more tech that he might actually be able to upgrade or something here. maybe. not that she's really looking for that right now but she can pretend. she moves back over to her backpack so she can get out her webshooters, slipping them on ] Hey, c'mere, let me show you how these bad boys work. Away from your important work stuff, yeah. [ like she doesn't have perfect control of them by now, riiight riiight ]

There isn't anything in particular. [But it's probably for the best, just in case, and he's been wanting to get a closer look at those webshooters to see if there's anything he can do to increase their effectiveness against speedsters.

So he pushes up from the work table, slipping his hands into his pockets as he crosses to join her.]

I have a few ideas. But I need a baseline before I go too into depth, so— [He gestures vaguely at her wrists] —let's see 'em.

[ she holds her hands out so he can see the shooters, the triggers that sit over her palms, the way the little red disk blinks on when she presses the side of it. and then she's aiming at a water bottle a few yards away, shooting it dead on, then dragging it back to her palm in a quick snap, pretty much just so she can show him how different movements of her wrist and the pressure of her fingers on the trigger can make the shooters ..shoot webs, or cut them off, all controlled by her. when she passes him the water bottle, it's got a little webbing on it still, but she moves along pretty quick ]

My accuracy is fine, I just think the triggers are starting to get a little worn down. Like the gas pedal on an old car, or something. [ she picks a spot on the wall to fire off four splotches of webbing, two from each hand, hitting the same mark all four times. ] The webbing's fine, too, it's just the actual- mechanical part, I guess, that needs an adjustment.

[ and to prove her webbing works just fine, she shoots a long string up to the ceiling and tugs herself up there as soon as it sticks, hands and feet stuck to the ceiling. and then she'll do some classic spider-woman hanging, both hands holding onto the web as she lowers herself upside down until she's right above him. ]

Apparently these things suck the moisture out of the air and turn it into sticky web-stuff. Wasp made them for me, out of the goodness of her little heart.

[He's still picking lightly at the webbing left on the water bottle when she startles the hell out him by climbing to the ceiling as if gravity is an afterthought for her. He's staring a little, he knows it, but in his defense, she's never shown him what it means to be Spider-Woman. It's a little different seeing it in person.]

That's certainly. Something. To watch.

[But there's a little smile now as she dangles above him, and he sets the bottle down and folds his arms, looking straight up now.]

Should be an easy fix. Coming down again anytime soon, or do you like it up there?

You're not freaked out, are you? There's no way this is the weirdest power you've ever seen.

[ she doesn't sound like she minds either way, she's even lowering a tiny bit more so she can shake her head, tickle his face with her hair. because she's ten, apparently. ]

I do like it up here, actually. I feel good, hanging from things, swinging around, balancing wherever. I'm still very human, obviously, but there's definitely a visceral kind of comfort that comes from hanging from the ceiling by my webs.

I'm not freaked out.

[He's a little fascinated. It's actually pretty rare that he gets to see a metahuman's power up close, and isn't trying to evade it or keep them from killing him with it, or killing Barry with it, or Cisco or Caitlin or a building full of innocent people. Most of the time, metahumans aren't so human. It's a new experience.]

That is interesting. I can see it comes naturally. [He raises a hand to run a finger lightly over her cheek, still only her usual shade of pink, not the too-red he would have expected after she's been upside down for this long.

Then he tweaks lightly at a lock of the hair that's been tickling his cheek.]

Stay up there if you like, but I can't work on those unless you hand them over, you know.

[ she grins when he touches her face, even once she tugs her hair. maybe she can tell he actually means it when he says it's interesting, that he's interested, or maybe it's just wishful thinking that her and her weird powers impress him in whatever way. most of the time, in most situations, Gwen doesn't care who's impressed with her. but, when she thinks about it, it definitely all stems from how her Peter Parker to her powers, to Spider-Woman. it means something to her, someone brilliantly smart and creative finding something about her interesting.

so yeah, she's a happy camper right now. ]

What's the rush, doc? [ she lets herself lower a little more, a quick drop that makes her eyes go wide, like she hadn't meant it, but she stops with her face level with his, grinning again after ] I have a better idea.

[ which is why she's letting to with one hand so she can cup it behind his neck, and it's probably a little weird how easy it is for her to function upside down, but she's not thinking anything of it. she pulls him in for a kiss, because it's different, okay. it's kinda fun. and maybe she's always wanted to try it. and hey, what do you know, lips still slot together nicely, even when one person is hanging upside down. ]

[If she was hoping to make him jump, she almost doesn't get her reward, but his eyes flared open too at the little drop, and he was half a step away from shifting to try and catch her before she stops herself again. It prompts a little roll of the eyes, the good-natured kind that he knows she'll see through, she knows him well enough.]

It's not my rush, you're the one who—

[Wanted me to look at them now gets lost entirely because, oh. This is different. And new. Good different and good new. She's still surprising him, and although this feels strange, it still makes him smile into the kiss and reach up to slide his fingers through her hair, closing his eyes and tipping his head a bit just to bring them that much deeper.

She's probably going to keep surprising him. It's increasingly difficult to know what to expect, which is probably exactly what he should be expecting by now. But it looks like they're...not going to have much trouble getting back to where they'd been. It's more of a relief than he'd realized it would be.]

[ it's definitely a pretty tame kiss, all things considered, but it's also a kiss that lets him know that yeah, maybe she kinda missed this. it wasn't that long, it really wasn't, but it's hard going from spending that first night together to not seeing each other at all. which- she knows how that sounds, but it's nothing so feelsy. no, she gets enough of that from Barry, and Cisco. she's way, way over her quota of people that make her heart skip a few beats per day. no, what she and Harrison have is way different, but no less fun or addicting, in its own way.

the needy little hum she gives him in the kiss is telling enough, she's sure. ]

-- I like cutting you off with kisses, I think. Mhm.

[ said kind of against his mouth, like she's ready to kiss him again as soon as he tries to say something. which makes her smile, the obviousness of it, but whatever ]

[What they have is easy. It's comfortable. It's something they can slip in and out of if they need to, which is different from something that doesn't mean anything. It doesn't need to make their hearts flutter to mean something, and having it back in any capacity is like being able to take a deeper breath more easily.

The smile is still there when he pulls back, paired now with a skeptical brow-raise that might lose its impact from her perspective. He takes a breath as if he's going to speak, and doesn't, and then a second time, testing just how quickly she wants to try cutting him off with kisses.]

Really. [He leans back a little more, definitely not too far back for her to catch up.] How much?

[ Gwen definitely falls for the bait, both times, her fingers pressing and releasing, making it really terribly obvious she's looking for an excuse to pull him in for more. he leans back and she lets her hand fall away then, mostly because she wants to be back down on solid ground now. so the extra space is good, gives her enough room to let her legs drop backwards so she can flip rightside up that way, turn around to face him properly without needing any time at all to recenter herself. wahoo, spider powers. ]

Very much, actually. [ said like she'd be moving in to go for another quick kiss, but she only makes it as far as stepping right up to him, hand on his chest, then realizing - ] Aaand I'm totally not tall enough to steal kisses when we're both standing, how is that fair?

[ she might be stepping forward anyway, urging him to walk backwards. what do you mean there's a wall behind him, she has no idea what you're talking about ]

It's not. [He's backing up obligingly, and he knows there's a wall behind him, but he's also not about to object to her cornering him against a wall right now. He can think of several things to do with the help of a wall, and somehow he doesn't think he's going to be getting around to fixing up her webshooters today after all.

That's fine. It's not urgent. He'll do it later, when they come up for air again.]

[ bwa ha ha! he fell for it! all according to plan! pretty much as soon as Harrison's back touches the wall behind him, she's reaching up near his shoulders with both hands, just so she can pull herself up to eye level, her toes touching the wall somewhere just below his hips so her knees can rest comfortably against the wall too. yeah. it's almost like she's up on her hands and knees over him, except, y'know, vertical. ]

Better.

[ time for more kissing? time for more kissing. this time she leads with a soft bite to his lip, but presses in for more soon after ]

[And once again she surprises him, and his hands go to her waist automatically, as if she'd need steadying for this. It's what she does. And yes, she manages to cut off a comment about it when she leans in for that little nip to his lower lip.

He's more than happy to relax back against the wall, hands sliding to her hips as he meets every lazy kiss.] I could get used to seeing this side of you more often, Ms. Stacy.

The side of me that likes making out with you a lot?

[ of course that's not what he meant, she knows, but it's more fun being cheeky, yeah. though now that she's thinking of it, she really hasn't used her powers much for sexy times. increased stamina, maybe, but nothing so specific as this. ..webbing Cisco to the bed doesn't count, clearly, since she could've just used rope or scarves or okay she's not thinking about this anymore. but this is the first time she's wallcrawled to kiss someone since she kissed Peter this way all that time ago, and now she's just trying to think of how else she can use her powers right now ]

You don't even know the half of it, Dr. Wells. [ she grins, ducking to kiss his neck now instead of his mouth, curling up a little closer to him ] Well, maybe you do. I'm sure you remember how flexible I am.

I remember something about that. [He's also happy to tip his head to one side to make it easier for her to run her lips along his neck, pulling her a little closer since that's something he's apparently still allowed to do.]

I don't like not knowing things. Maybe you should enlighten me about the half of it I don't know.

Maybe I should.

[ she presses a soft bite low on his neck before she tips her face up to nip him again on his jaw. nothing too crazy, it just makes it obvious she's not about to make this easy for him. ]

Maybe you have to earn it.

[The laugh is more felt than heard as he turns his head to try and catch her lips, one hand lifting to curl around the nape of her neck, then presses his lips to her ear to whisper.]

How do you suggest I do that, Ms. Stacy? You do have the upper hand. What exactly is your plan with me?

[ ehheh again she just needs a second, this time it's because his voice is criminally sexy when he whispers right there by her ear, and she kind of wants to tell him so beca- ] Okay, first of all, I'm pretty sure you could whisper the alphabet and you'd still get me all hot and bothered.

[ it was important that she told him so okay he had to know. ]

And second- You can start by helping me get my shorts off, how about that?

[ she sways her hips back and forth a little bit before she lets her feet slip down the wall, just enough so her torso is flat, so there's room to unbutton and unzip and push them down her hips, yeah. she'll.. figure out what to do next after that ]

Huh. Good to know. [Still against her ear, and followed up by a slow nip and scrape of teeth along her earlobe. Because it is good to know, and he files that away along with the absent thought that phone sex with Gwen Stacy would be a fun way to pass an evening.]

You know, there are [Another kiss against her neck as his hands find her waist and her hips and help ease off the shorts] much easier ways [and maybe his hands slide up under her shirt so his fingers can brush along her skin] to do this. Almost all of them involve stepping off the wall and then coming back to it. [Not that he's really complaining, because this is new and fun.]

What would be the fun in that? [ it is overly complicated, enough to make her laugh even as she ducks down to kind of watch what she's doing. she steals a kiss once her shorts get to her knees and she can kind of slowly kick them off, one leg at a time, but. hm. right. okay. what can she do with her powers here? ] Underwear next.

[ her smile is too mischievous for him to not catch on that she has An Idea, so she's not going to voice it. she'll just wait until he's got his fingers hooked under the elastic, until he starts to drag them down her legs, then she'll slowly pull herself up a little higher. aaand higher again. she's holding herself up by the grip of her hands still, as best as she can, even as her body stretches out so he can actually get her underwear down her legs, but eventually she has to walk her feet up the wall to match how high her hands have lifted her and that

kind of puts her knees on either side of his head.

no, she didn't 100% plan things to go this way, but hey. she'll pretend this was her plan all along, sure. yes. definitely. ]

I think I've figured out exactly how you can earn it, Dr. Wells.

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