#bulletproof bear

There was something thrilling about the sounds that grunted from the heavy as he got the first real taste of her skin on his tongue that seemed to draw him in like honey to a bear, enjoying her first real glimpses of what he was like when his desires were driving him forward instead of being so held back. Even though she hated admitting it the dame hadn’t actually ever managed to bed a heavy and the thought that this one wasn’t going to reject her both fed her ego as much as it started her on a path of addiction; opening up a door for her to crave this sort of approval from him again when she hadn’t gotten it before now. Her sleek frame bowing willingly into the tight thick arm that wound around her waist and pulled her closer with a possessive grip, cooing out a sensual purr of pleasure as her nails trailed over his broad back to snare one arm loosely around the back of his neck. Giving him nothing but encouragement in everything she did as her body responded so wonderfully to these soft teasing touches. “Ты такой красивый, мой медведь. Пожалуйста, не останавливайся. Я хочу, чтобы ты трогал больше или меня. Все это так хорошо.” She purred out in a soft silken purr against his ear as her nails dragged hot lines over his skin where she could reaching, forcing herself to keep from pulling away his shirt and other clothes to get to more of him as she tried to let him take the lead. 

"Dang. Look at them blue babies running back to regroup!" the Engineer laughed. Turning to his ally, his grin faded to concern. "Hey, you look like you're overheating. Better sit a spell and rehydrate."

Nathan often invites Misha to his teaching area to show him his martial arts. He tries to invite him when he has no sessions or classes, but sometimes, they're interrupted by students coming and going.

Jonathan : BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

The Heavy was hitting the heavy bag in the gym. Boxing had been his brother’s gift, not his, but part of the job was punching people. If he was going to do the work, he might as well make sure he was in the proper shape. Squaring up against the bag, he worked on his three-punch combos. As the chain creaked and groaned under the weight of the swinging bag, he heard someone else come in. “I’m almost done if you need me to clear out.”