In contrast to his years of life and experience, she was still so very young. She'd learned patience, the hard way, but every now and then a bit of that youthful impetuousness broke through her mirrored demeanor and made itself present. Such as now.

Natalia gave a saucy toss of her head, the movement settling her even firmer over her Soldier's lap, and her fingernails dug into the corded muscles of his broad shoulders as she gazed down at him, green eyes narrowed in mild pique. "They might have made you into their weapon," she disagreed, "but you were not born this way."

She took his head in her hands, lifting his face to meet her eyes. "You will help me, and I will help you." It was a promise she meant to keep. "If we are to be together, you and I, we both must be free of this place, and their collars and leashes." Leaning into him, she let her lips just brush over his, a tender caress. He was warm, so warm against her skin, and she refused to think of him as naught more than their beast, especially when she knew he was so much more than that.

She shifted in his embrace, a scintillating rasp of flesh against flesh, pulling a soft gasp from her as she nuzzled at him. "I know what I want," she breathed against his cheek. "I have always known." Green met blue, dark with promise. "...I want you."