Rumlow had never been bond-drunk before, had no idea what it was about until he realized that he really, really didn't want to be out of Wilson's presence for too long. He hated the sheer idea of being needy in such a way, but at the same time, it was a strange kind of refreshing as well. He had never been attached to anyone on such a level before, so he could see why people fell into it and wandered around for days just cuddled close and being all couple-cute. He and STRIKE had so often made disparaging comments, since those who had bonded had been that way for a while and the 'bachelors' had no plans on bonding ever.
So here he was standing in the bathroom checking the water temperature with awareness of his state of being. He was no longer a bachelor, the longest running one of STRIKE anyway. He had lost everything that he had gained back then, his physique, his pride as a pretend alpha, his rank, even his stupid title. Now look at him? Small, de-aged, a prisoner of SHIELD, and who know the state of his insides at this point. Enough sex for guarantees, but maybe his body was retarded and had no idea what to do.
He sighed heavily and was about to step into the shower when he felt more than saw Wilson entering the bathroom. He glanced over his shoulder immediately. "Plus the one in my original cell," he added. "So four days total; that's... unfortunately typical." He slipped into the shower now that Wilson was there in the bathroom, sliding under the water that was almost scorching hot. It almost immediately raised the blood to his skin, causing him to look flush and rosy.
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So here he was standing in the bathroom checking the water temperature with awareness of his state of being. He was no longer a bachelor, the longest running one of STRIKE anyway. He had lost everything that he had gained back then, his physique, his pride as a pretend alpha, his rank, even his stupid title. Now look at him? Small, de-aged, a prisoner of SHIELD, and who know the state of his insides at this point. Enough sex for guarantees, but maybe his body was retarded and had no idea what to do.
He sighed heavily and was about to step into the shower when he felt more than saw Wilson entering the bathroom. He glanced over his shoulder immediately. "Plus the one in my original cell," he added. "So four days total; that's... unfortunately typical." He slipped into the shower now that Wilson was there in the bathroom, sliding under the water that was almost scorching hot. It almost immediately raised the blood to his skin, causing him to look flush and rosy.
"Hurry up, the water's just fine."