He had stated that she was his, and oddly enough, Natalia had no protest against it. It simply felt correct. His scent was both arousing and comforting at the same time, his touch even more so, and she could think of no other who might even come close to his strength, his powerful drive. Thus she lay quiet beneath him, letting her body move as it wanted under his stroking hands, feeling her skin ripple in the wake of his caresses.

Nothing was hidden; everything that she was was all too evident in her nakedness; the scars decorating her skin, the testament to the training she had received, some of it by his own dictation. She arched her back when his hands curved around her hips and began stroking upwards over her stomach, and she shivered lightly when those fingertips drifted between her breasts. She couldn't help a low little whine, wiggling about to put more of her flesh under that rough touch.

"I was so young, then," she recalled after voicing a small husky moan, languidly rolling to her back and brazenly letting her arms flop to either side of her head, long curls strewn across the furs like streaks of blood. "Very nearly still a child, angry at everything and wanting only to strike at those who deserved it." Natalia casually draped a bare leg over the Soldier's hip. "You taught me how," she remarked. "To strike first, and fast, and leave no enemies alive afterwards."

A dangerous glint gleamed in green eyes. "They will discover that I've learned your lessons well."