[ Jefferson had his reasons for agreeing to come here. He may not be suicidal but he would have chosen to stay back and deal with the consequences if it weren't for his daughter. She deserved to live and he had to do what he could for her. He wasn't a great father or a good one, but he did try. Jefferson was always trying.
The sex wasn't an issue. It was only sex. Broken down it was two bodies striving for a vein of satisfaction. He wasn't forced to do this and he wasn't strong armed into meeting Rumlow, a stranger.
But it was along the lines of a bad decision. They spoke of pleasure and pain and Jefferson was a coward. He didn't know if he'd enjoy what the man brought to the bedroom but he was curious enough to see where it went. Besides, he mentioned scars and wasn't disgusted by them. Through text. Plus it's been years since he's had more than himself for company. It was past due.
When the close of his tent ruffles to signal company, Jefferson stands and puts a hand on his hip. The other is held in the air as if he's inconvenienced and his brow is raised. ]
Took you long enough.
[ Now where was this sex god that Rumlow claimed to be? ]
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[ Jefferson had his reasons for agreeing to come here. He may not be suicidal but he would have chosen to stay back and deal with the consequences if it weren't for his daughter. She deserved to live and he had to do what he could for her. He wasn't a great father or a good one, but he did try. Jefferson was always trying.
The sex wasn't an issue. It was only sex. Broken down it was two bodies striving for a vein of satisfaction. He wasn't forced to do this and he wasn't strong armed into meeting Rumlow, a stranger.
But it was along the lines of a bad decision. They spoke of pleasure and pain and Jefferson was a coward. He didn't know if he'd enjoy what the man brought to the bedroom but he was curious enough to see where it went. Besides, he mentioned scars and wasn't disgusted by them. Through text. Plus it's been years since he's had more than himself for company. It was past due.
When the close of his tent ruffles to signal company, Jefferson stands and puts a hand on his hip. The other is held in the air as if he's inconvenienced and his brow is raised. ]
Took you long enough.
[ Now where was this sex god that Rumlow claimed to be? ]