Hearing that warmed her from the inside out. And not out of any growing lust - though that was definitely a low smolder, down in her gut - but the simple sincerity. It was so foreign, so unfamiliar; her compatriots always seemed to take it for granted. Expected it. Thought little about it.
When, for Natasha, being able to even give something like sincerity was a monumental gift, considering she'd never even known what it was until it'd been given to her first. By a man named Barton, when he'd made a choice that had changed her future forever.
"...I know what that's like," she whispered back, settling against the pillows as her t-shirt slipped up and off. Again her hand found the back of Bucky's head, threading fingers through his thick hair as he worshiped her skin. "It took a while for me to remember, too."
It's another thing between them that works so well. There's an understanding there. She gets what it feels like because she's been through it as well, and while he wishes these experiences on no one, they're experiences none the less. She knows what it's like to get lost and get found again, and that alone makes it feel more real.
"You're beautiful," he can't help but murmur against her skin after that, kissing all along her warm, soft skin. He lets his hands travel as well, over her lacy bra, down her sides, catching along the waistband of her shorts, just to touch her everywhere he can.
Deep down he knows he's done this before, but it all feels so new to him. He likes that it does, though- especially with Natasha.
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When, for Natasha, being able to even give something like sincerity was a monumental gift, considering she'd never even known what it was until it'd been given to her first. By a man named Barton, when he'd made a choice that had changed her future forever.
"...I know what that's like," she whispered back, settling against the pillows as her t-shirt slipped up and off. Again her hand found the back of Bucky's head, threading fingers through his thick hair as he worshiped her skin. "It took a while for me to remember, too."
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"You're beautiful," he can't help but murmur against her skin after that, kissing all along her warm, soft skin. He lets his hands travel as well, over her lacy bra, down her sides, catching along the waistband of her shorts, just to touch her everywhere he can.
Deep down he knows he's done this before, but it all feels so new to him. He likes that it does, though- especially with Natasha.